The alarm went off at 4:30 this morning. I looked at it in disbelief, I mean, how did my sleep time pass so quickly?
I turned it off & laid there for a moment, because really, it was warm & cozy in my bed & I knew the temperature outside would only be in the high teens. Ick. No way did I want to get up & go out in that, but get up & go out in that I did.
I got to the Y & got started on my cardio when someone claimed the machine beside me. I glanced over to see who it was and it was the same woman from last week - Mrs. "I cover the timer on the elliptical so you can't see I've been on it for way over the 30 minute maximum when people are waiting" Stinky Pants.
It appears that last night's dinner agreed with her tummy more so than last weeks.
I thought all would be fine. I made sure my earbuds were securely in and the cord shortened up (you see, sometimes I can be THAT person who accidentally flings their iPod across the gym cause it got caught by the swinging arm of the machine - or their own elbow) and settled in with my Kindle (review coming soon) to read & work out.
Getting into my groove. Upping the resistance to 8. Upping the incline (I LOVE the climbing ellipticals!) to 12. I was MOVING!
When I hear what sounds like an angry bear cub beside me! Or perhaps a huffing dog - you know the sound - like they've got a little cough. Only this sounded like a 400lb dog coughing.
Looking over, I realize it was Mrs. Stinky Pants. Doing some sort of huffing while working out. I'm not sure what caused it or why she felt the need to be so loud, but she seemed ok - I mean, she wasn't swaying on the elliptical or anything.
Digging back into my Kindle I tried to focus on how hard I was working. Every few minutes I'd hear the huffing again & look over at her. It was startling. I do have one thing to be thankful for: at least she wasn't gassing me out.
6 days ago