Let-a-me-tell-you-about my workout.
As I was running my four miles yesterday around the track, (yep, 4) I noticed how many people don't understand running etiquette on a track.
It's not hard.
Or at least I don't think it is.
When you get on the track, there are signs that let you know the direction for the day and the inner lanes are for walkers and the outer lanes are for runners.
Now, I'm not sure which part people don't understand. Maybe it's distinguishing between the inner and outer lanes or perhaps the day of the week is what stumps them?
We have these people at my gym and I'm sure you have them at yours. They are the people that keep me laughing. They are the people that make my 34th lap more interesting than my 33rd.
On yesterday's run, I was particularly pleased when these high school girls (bless their hearts) jumped on the track. They clearly didn't read the sign. They both decided to walk on the outer lanes at a very slow pace in matching short shorts and shoes. What they didn't know is that there were a few serious runners on the track today. (I'm not including myself in this batch.)
At one point, when the 6 foot blond guy ran past them, he said something to them because he spooked her and with a flip of a ponytail she said some smart remark to her slow walker friend. I couldn't hear because I was too far away but whatever it was, it wasn't enough to get their dumb asses on the inner lanes.
My other favorite personality was also on the track. It's the I-have-to-pick-up-my-cell-phone-and-answer-every-call person. I think she only answers the phone when she is on the track. I don't even think she actually "works out." I still love her though. I secretly hope she is on the track when I have my long runs because she has some drama going on with whomever is on the other line. She gets really into her conversations and takes up two lanes the way she struts and pumps her arms for extra emphasis away from her body, almost taking out a runner if you get too close.
What are your favorite gym personalities? I can't be the only one, right? And, I don't mean the meatheads working out in jeans and Timberlands. I'm talking about the serious gym rats that are pure entertainment because to know them is to love them.