You may remember from such previous entries...

... Such as "Kitty Got Crack, and He Don't Care," that 7:00 a.m. is an interesting time at the YMCA. Mostly old chicks in large bathing suits. This morning, after almost falling to my death on the treadmill and getting yelled at "for not paying attention" when only I was paying attention see, but my foot fell onto the wrong part of the... Oh, never mind, that's another story all together...

Anywho, as I was saying, this morning, after the treadmill at the YMCA, I was showering and getting ready for work. I was sharing the shower area with two of the aforementioned ladies (from here on referred to as OCLBS) who spent the entire time talking about the other ladies they "work out with".

"She will have left by the time we're done in here..."
"Well of course she'll have left. She won't wait for us."
"Mm hmm."
"Not very nice if you ask me."
"Not very nice, indeed."
"I hope you noticed she only did 15-minutes on the calibrated bike."
"And did you see how winded she was?"
"Mm hmm. I saw."
"Well that's what happens when you only come once a week..."
*smirk*
*smirk*

I'm happy to report the other ladies were gone when we got back to the locker area. Can't say I blame them. I'd be gone too if my workout buddies were judging me for being 80 and not staying on the GD calibrated bike for more than 15 minutes!

And to think I used to fear the MAC gym for this very reason, the tiny Kinesiology girls in their booty shorts and crop tops judging my jiggly butters on the elliptical. Now I have to worry about the elderly secretly scoffing at my semi-committed bench presses.

Gawd. Does it get any worse?