For the first time EVER, in my life, I may have had a real live 'snowflake' encounter.
I'll take you back to Monday when I complained about the hotel gym.
Monday - 11:30 AMAs Mr. Wonderful (me) enters the poorly equip gym he notices a woman running in place on one of the five treadmills. She maintains a rather brisk walking speed. I had the feeling she had been at it for a while. Perhaps she does this for 60 minute sessions..
Here's the thing. When I see a woman (sometimes man) I will do a onceover to get an idea for what their particular fitness goal may be. Remember - I am a licensed personal trainer. I can't help it - I check everyone out at the gym. I'm curious but I am not looking for a date. Goodness, no!
First thing I noticed about her is that although she was quite fit, she was also somewhat bull legged from the mid calve down and those black tights only accentuated this. UGH. I began to scout out the dumbbell system for seated curls as I faced the large 6-18 mirror. I looked good. She then finishes her treadmill session and now she is about to turn around so OF COURSE I AM GOING TO LOOK AT HER FACE!
Her face was one of a hard life, like a stereotypical biker chick whiskey face with scrunched up features atop a long pointy Howard Stern-like chin. UGH #2. HOWEVER - she walks/struts like she's a supermodel clearly demonstrating that she has overcome something in life and now want the world to know about it. But that face!?
TUESDAYI went down at 1ish PM. She was not there and I was alone. I did what I could given the lack of equipment to achieve my goals for the day.
WEDNESDAY TODAY
I arrive at 11:30 AM again and just as it was 48 hours ago there she is on the same machine. Within seconds she says out loud "You're kidding me!"
Weird, but ok. I thought she was talking to the machine she was on as if it had malfunctioned. ? Hmm.
I begin to do what I began doing and and figured it would be ok if I play my workout folder over my small bluetooth unit. Not loud as it was easily quieter than the treadmill about 15 ft away. After the first song she speaks up again as if to yell at the treadmill. Weird.
Curious - I ask "is there something wrong with that thing?"
Her - "what time do you come down here every day?" REMEMBER! I was not there yesterday (Tuesday) while she may or may not have been.
Me - "I figure between 11:30 to 12:30?"
Her - "do you work here?"
Me - "ahh, no"
Her - "well I have to sit here and listen to your music" *resting bitch face* *resting recovering whiskey-pig face* *resting ugly tree face*
Me - "I can turn it off although I'm surprised you can hear it"
Her - "no that's fine"
By now it had dawned on me that she thought I was timing my workouts in hopes of gazing upon her.
I audibly wished her well
in my own way as I exited after my 20 minutes was done. No reply from her.
This was the song that seemed to anger her. A great song to kick off anything.
