The cardio equipment at our gym have individual TVs attached. You bring in your own headphones and zone out in your own little world of cardio fitness. Unfortunately, while in my zone, I sometimes forget there are others around me.
If I see something funny on TV, I laugh. If I agree with something someone says on TV, I say,"That's right... so true." To me, my commentaries are appropriate. To others at the gym, I am sure they are annoying.
Annoying, I know, because I am annoyed when I hear someone hooting away at Comedy Central while I'm trying to watch the Food Network. If my souffle sinks, it's the fault of that loud woman on the bike.
As hard as this is to admit (because no one but me has EVER done this): I fart. And for some God forsaken reason I do it the most when I work out. And I am sure they are audible. Loud maybe. I wouldn't know because I have my headphones on and I am in my own little world of cardio fitness. All I know is there is some kind of invisible button that goes from the soul of my foot to the release valve of my colon. I can't explain it. It's biology.
And I am so sorry if you ever have the misfortune of passing behind me at the gym.
1 comment:
Jamie, why couldn't you have admitted this to me BEFORE I walked behind you up the stairs?
My nose has never been the same.
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