Wierdness at the gym
Sometimes I wonder about people at the gym. There are some really odd types that come to work out.
The current sighting is a 40ish lady dressed in black gaucho pants in VELVET. A frilly ivory blouse with lace near her neckline, a string of pearls and dressy strappy shoes with low heels (3/4 inch or so).
After about 10 minutes Ms Dress-up gets off the treadmill and goes on one of the elipticals 2 down from me. I TRY not to gawk. I can't help it. She is working up a sweat. Must be she does not exercise much. Even I don't have sweat on my brows at this point and I am working much harder and longer than she has been.
After 5 minutes, Ms. Dress-up abandons the eliptical. She goes into the lady's locker room. AND COMES OUT IN SHORTS AND A T-SHIRT!! I kid you not. It was the most bizarre thing.
I asked my trainer if she ever noticed Ms Dress-up. She told me she noticed Ms Dress-up the other day on the treadmill. She must not have had clue of how to operate the controls. Apparently Ms Dress up ramped it up too high and had to break into a run, grasping the rails with legs barely keeping up with the conveyor. Luckily, she managed to turn it down before she was flung off the treadmill.
Damn! I missed that piece of entertainment.
The next day, I saw Ms. Dress-up again. Same velvet gauchos, this time she wore a lightweight knit sweater, the same strand of pearls, and a different pair of strappy dress shoes. And again, she went into the lady's locker room to change into shorts and T-shirt before leaving.
I wish I had a small spy camera to take photos for occasions just like this, since I know you won't believe me. I just can't make this stuff up!!
This week...I am holding steady. I have been down one pound, back up the same pound all week long. So I will call this week a big fat goose egg for weight loss.