I'm walking on the track at the gym this morning. Bright and early. Good for ME!! My ipod needs to be charged so I had no music. Thus I noticed so much more than I should have..and could hardly keep a smile off my face.
Over here is a woman leading her own private aerobics class, complete with some snapping. Uh..do you need a private room in which to rehearse your routine?
Over there a guy is doing a funky stretch that should not ever be done in public.
Woah...there's the guy who must work out only his arms. Have a fleeting thought wondering if he topples over sometimes because of the humungous arms he carries around with him all the time. Not nice. Must let that thought go.
And then we have this woman: She's in her early sixties, running slowly around the outer edges of the track. BECAUSE I have no music whatsoever to listen to, I was privileged to hear the gas she passed for multiple seconds as she went around me. She too had no music in her ears which means she must have heard it AND felt it!
I was left looking around like A) What the heck do I do now? B) don't worry about that right now..just BREATHE!!! just BREATHE!!! and C) Wait...now people will think I did it since she's long gone but her souvenir remains! Thanks, Lady.