Remember when I said I was going to start going back to the gym again? Well … I have been, which is a start — but just not as often as I should. With summer right around the corner, I have got to kick it into gear, people!
Yesterday, I had to drive one of my unnamed child’s friends home from school, and we had to go down a very bumpy dirt road. I glanced down at my legs, and the amount of jiggling that was resonating from them was mortifying — like two jello-filled water balloons sloshing around in my driver’s seat. In fact, I was so distracted, I did a terrible job avoiding all the ruts — which, of course, only compounded the problem…
That ride disturbed me enough that I drove my car straight to the gym.
I’ve written, on more than one occasion, about how I am a complete germ-o-phobe, so the gym is kind of my worst nightmare as far as that goes. I can not stand touching the same weight machine handles that 147 other people have already touched already.
Today kind of pushed me over the edge though.
I work out on the weight circuit. The one upstairs is usually where all of the women work out. Today, this great big, extremely sweaty guy decided to work out in Ladyland.
I was halfway through my circuit when he waddled in. He plopped down at the machine next to mine, and he did his reps. When it was time to switch machines, I moved over to his. I looked down at it … and it was dripping in his sweat.
I was repulsed.
Now I get that people go to the gym to work up a sweat, I just don’t want to sit my body down in someone else’s — especially when the gym is so liberal with hand towels.
I didn’t know what to do. If I went and got a towel to wipe it off, he would see and think I was rude. If I didn’t, I would be burning my shirt (once it dried from someone else’s sweaty disgustingness).
In the end, I went with rude because I couldn’t bear to watch his germs crawl all over the equipment (and subsequently onto my hands) anymore, and I figured after all, he was the rude one since he had to know he was leaving a wake of sweat droplets; plus, he shouldn’t be working out in Ladyland — especially when there was a huge Dudeland area downstairs, filled with manly weights where he should be working out anyway. I think sweating, grunting, and panting is encouraged there…
Even wiping off the machines with a towel grossed me out, but I figured I would douse myself with the antibacterial gel they have as you walk out of the gym … but when I got to it, you guessed it, it was empty.
I pretty much drove home using only my wrists, so I wouldn’t contaminate my car.
I know people … I have issues.
Speaking of issues, this table I found had plenty of them. It was filthy, wobbly, and was pretty beaten up.
I painted it with yellow chalkpaint, distressed it, and waxed it. The top of it was painted, and I wanted to leave that original.
I love all of the great carving on it and how the paint sort of brings that out a little more.
Antique Yellow Table