You see that guy up there? He's my new cricket friend. You can find him at the gym most nights making his tell-tale music. The gym is empty.
USE ALL THE MACHINES!
Just a few days ago, boyfriend and I were reading an article about the trending interest in physical fitness spurred on by the Olympics that causes a spike in gym memberships and we braced ourselves for the subsequent shit storm. I wonder if it's a delayed effect kind of thing because our gym has been unusually empty.
On Friday, we shared the whole gym with two employees and two guys lifting weights. Last night, there were two men using the cardio machines and no one on weights. NBC channels showing on all eight TV screens.
Soooo... where is everyone?
Don't answer that. Wherever my gym compatriots are, I don't want to know. Find them and convince them to stay there. I'm thoroughly enjoying getting to monopolize the treadmills and crossramps and free weights while plugging my headphones into the cardio theatre jacks. Yesterday, we loudly cheered on Missy Franklin as she won her gold and Michael Phelps for finally showing up to competition in DOMINATING the semi-finals for the 200m fly. Fist pumps and "AMURRICA... FUCK YEAH!"s galore, no one even cared that we made a spectacle because at that point no one else was there to complain.
On an unrelated note, scale read 224.0. I didn't believe it, so I switched it to KG and I got a reading for 101.6. Which is a little less than 224.0. SPOT ON. Also, this means I get to send a giant FUCK YOU to both the scales I had to use at my doctors' offices last week.
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