With winter setting in for the northern hemisphere, many of us are moving our workouts indoors. Well, those of us who don't have a support crew that we occasionally, uh, need a, uh, short, period away from that causes us to occasionally have an indoor workout anyway. I'll call a spade a spade, and admit I'm a weenie for running indoors in 40 degree weather (truthfully, my favorite is 50ish and clear) but yeah, it's for the support crew. That's right, I'm keeping them comfortable. Suuuuurrrreee I am...... And honestly, the whole: "He's touching me," "MAMA DAWGEE!" "He's breathing on me!" "SCREEECH!" "MOOOOMMMMMMMY, he's LOOKING at me!" wears me out more than running a half marathon in Texas heat can.
Um, so what do you do? It's not like running faster helps much. And I don't think that CPS would look kindly on me force feeding them cheetos to keep them happy for a two hour run.
So I move my winter workouts inside quite often. And the cardio cinema at Gold's Gym is great. Could you think of a better way to pass two hours than to have someone else take care of the support crew while you run on a treadmill and Indiana Jones saves the day, yet again. I mean talk about motivation. Could you imagine snakes and house size boulders behind you in the dark, and if you stop running or slow down, you'll get smooshed?
But this latest treadmill workout brought out something that I, thankfully, don't see very often. So I figured I'd put it in letter form.
Dear dude on the treadmill next to me today.
1. Axe body spray in copious amounts is not recommended before your
workout. It does not work like a magnet for the chicks to your
"manliness" like the commercial says. Please reconsider before you have to start purchasing gas
masks for the people around you.
2. The aforementioned axe body spray does not hide the fact that you
are not wearing deodorant. Yes it's gross. Yes, you need it. Please
reconsider before you come back to the gym.
3. Sharting is real. Yes, I can tell you did it. No, the
previously mentioned axe body spray and lack of deodorant does not hide
that you (a) failed to wipe your bottom, or (b) lifted so much weight
before coming over to the treadmills that you are now experiencing anal
The tears in my eyes have nothing to do with the fact that I'm so
grateful that an Adonis like you had the time to run on a treadmill next
to me in what you must still think is a meat market. It has more to do
with the dry heaves that your 'fragrance' has sent me into. Frankly, I
get to see people that look way better than you, and take fitness (and,
to be honest, personal hygiene as well) much more seriously than you on
a regular basis, but thanks again for the compliment you paid me by
running on the treadmill next to the only other occupied one in the
joint. I'll remember that when I see (and attempt to avoid) you in the
No, please, stay where you were, I'll find another treadmill.
While we're at it, what do you want to vent about now that winter is here?