I'm pretty sure that I've covered the fact in a previous post that in another life in a galaxy far far away I used to be a gym rat. Minimum of 5 days a week, 2 hours a night, know everyone in the gym and who they're cheating on their spouse with kind of gym rat. So what the heck happened? Well - my boyfriend was a gym rat with me, but his rat-ness became a monstrous obsession. He couldn't walk past anything reflective without stopping to check his appearance. He even got all of his friends on the gym bandwagon, even though they had to drive at least thirty minutes to go to our gym. I guess after he cheated on me, then left me for another woman who he married less than a year later three days before our anniversary in the place we were supposed to get married I just couldn't stomach the place - or him and his friends any longer.
Fast forward about seven years to today - I'm happily engaged to dearest, and with the exception of an occasional facebook run-in I don't much have to worry about the ghosts of boyfriends past. Except for this week. In the the past four days alone I've run into the previously mentioned ex's sister while out to dinner, and his best friend... at the gym. Holy tamales he still goes to
my gym. Yes, I consider it my gym (regardless of the fact I haven't been regularly in years) because I was the first of all of them to go there, and I actually live in this town. Also I heard from my "first love" this week who proclaims that I was/still am the love of his life. *Yikes* I'm ready for dearest to come back home from work!
Toss in the fact that even though there is a whole row of free treadmills, men have to take the one right beside me, men who bathed in $5 cologne and still didn't manage to cover up that weird beef stick smell coming off of them in waves. Thankfully I was able to dismount the treadmill and bounce away before losing the fiber bar I had for a snack this afternoon. *
insert disclaimer - this applies to women too, there is no need to wear any perfume/cologne at the gym much less bathe in it*
No wonder I haven't been to the gym in so long!
In more positive news... I've reached one of the milestones that I've been pushing for. I'm no longer considered "obese" Yay! Now I'm just overweight - but not for long! I can't wait to have less knee pain, and not get winded when I go up my stairs. I can't wait to be able to keep up with Dearest, and do all of the activities we keep saying we're going do - hiking, camping, rock climbing, white water rafting, bicycling, and more! I'm sure he'll be thrilled with the possibility of my snoring being less bear-like as well.
