Work-Out Etiquette

Am I ever kicking myself for forgetting my earphones this morning when I went to the gym. I managed to take my iPod, but I must have brilliantly set my earphones down right before I walked out the door.

So instead of kicking myself mercilessly, I decided to put a positive spin on the situation, thinking that I could use the opportunity to do a little God-talkin and deep-thinkin whilst working out. Nothin happenin. I was constantly distracted by a plethora of unpleasant noises coming all from men who were "working out" (a.k.a. lifting weights that were too heavy for them).

The first guy, who was an ox of man, proceeded to produce X-rated grunts and groans while solely focusing on buffing up his arms which looked a lot like cured hams with unattractive tattoos. The second man who was behind me on the spinners (and was working out in jean shorts...God bless the Y) belched almost every ten minutes on the dot. And last but not least, the third man spent the whole time heaving and hawking up phlegm and Lord knows what kinds of other mucousy substances. And lucky me, I was the only one there who was disgusted by such happenings, because everyone else had flippin earphones in!

I did, however, manage to get a decent work-out in, which was definitely needed after yesterday's all you can eat wings at Cyrus O'Leary's. I might head back to the gym tonight to do some more cardio. My earphones will never leave my side again. Never.