I have been a member of the YMCA for about 4 years now. I have many stories about the colorful array of fellow members and their strange workout habits. But its amazing to me that these same people can, day and day out, do the same thing. Don't get me wrong, I kind of envy them. I just get bored of doing the same thing repeatedly. I usually do cardio till I'm bleeding from the eyes and then I burn out and never want to do it again. This was the case yesterday.
I literally haven't been to the gym for about 2 months, I have been nursing a healthy addiction to power yoga. But I've been missing cardio. So yesterday was my first day back and nothing has changed. A few of the same YMCA all-stars were there....the 65 year old, short, stocky, balding man with an enormous gut that he shows off like a trophy while walking on the treadmill. Seriously it's disturbing to look at. He hikes his shirt up it rests between his titties and stomach. (On a side note... I'll never understand "walking on the treadmill". Power walking and running, OK, it's easier than doing it on the beach or pavement. I also understand if you've been injured and are walking for rehabilitation or physical therapy. But walking, walking is lame if you're casually doing it and calling it cardio, it's not even close. you're inside. walking. woah, exhilarating. I think you got your heart rate up to about the speed of a mushroom.) I understand that this man probably can't run, and at least he's moving. But getting some fresh air never hurt anyone. Christ, he could give his gut some healthy sun and show it off to the bikini bitches at the beach! But, instead, I have to suffer through it.
Next we have the woman who wears a pink shower cap and *FULL* wet suit in the *heated* indoor pool. Need I say more?
And finally, the award for best performer at the YMCA goes to.....the woman on the elliptical who looks like a frog having a 35-mile an hour, epileptic fit. She's in great shape though. She just looks ridiculous in the process.
This is only the tip of the iceberg. There are many others, but who am I to judge when just over a year ago I went sailing off a treadmill onto my back in front of a full room of people?
that's a story for another day.....