seeing as how I'm currently at an all time low of unhealthiness I think it makes sense to at least write about the people at the gym that see to find their way into my nightmares once again...
part 2 of this series focuses on the treadmill racer.
Ever been running on the treadmill and someone violates the every other treadmill rule? Man this really gets me going, here i am trying to watch the Tila Tequila on my TV and this aggressive little lady decides that the sweatiest kid in the gym may be a good person to run next to. So after changing back to sports center or watching a Yankees encore we each begin to run. Around the 1 mile pace this direct descendant of lance armstrong who's probably about 5'4'' decides to step up her game and start pushing the same pace as me. I then try to be the hero and compete but there's no stopping her, its like the scene in rocky 4 when ivan draggo's pumping the treadmill up to 8.0 incline...now that's bad ass. (que hearts on fire....now)
so here i am, running 5 extra miles beyond what i was expected to run, I've got a cramp in my quad thats adding to my already noticeable limp and shes still going.
after i pretend to sprain something i have to slow down but at this point she has already won. Normal people may drop it down to a 3.0 and have a nice cool off lap, but not me, i recognize the defeat, go back to the lockeroom and sulk like byung hung chin after arron boone went deep in the 10th inning.
so i say this champion of the treadmills...next time, choose a wiser neighbor, cause I'm not going to let defeat rear its ugly head again...I'll just take a dive and make sure to take you out with me.
....towel please
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