This is going to be a short; mainly because my meds are kicking in......Zzzzzzzzzz. I'm up! I'm UP!
Sorry.
So, I missed gym last night due to a husband emergency, i.e. He had another Migraine. So, we dragged our lazy asses into the gym tonight. Aaron wandered over to a treadmill after I called 'dibs' on the one closer to the fan. Ha. Bite me big boy! Well I shoulda let him have the damn thing because not long after I started my workout - yeah, I use work out in the loosest terms- the next to me finishes his workout, and another guy takes his place.
Ok. No problem.
Yeah, no. He starts walking at a REALLY slow pace on the treadmill. I mean *I* was going faster, and as far as I could tell he was really fit. - Not that I was checking him out or anything -. After about 10 minutes of walking, he kicks it up to a run. Then the fun begins.
He suddenly starts running out of pace, tripping, and wombling.... I think he is about to fly off the back of the thing, when he jumps up, and lands with one foot on either side of the moving track. OK. He then starts inspecting something between his legs. HE REALLY starts going to town at something between his legs. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!! * insert creepy feeling here* He stops the machine and stands behind it, therefore he is behind me, and he is panting, and still rubbing something.........ARGH!
I actually starting walking faster! WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GO????? I'm on a TREADMILL! I'm a tard.
He eventually leaves about five minute later.
Why me.
Aaron is ALWAYS going to have the treadmill next to me!!!!!!!!
Le Sigh.
