And then we took a shower

After we put Daniel on the bus this morning, my husband and I went to the gym.

We don't exactly work out together, but we ARE in the same building - sweating.

I hang out in the weight room, because that's where all the guys are, and he hangs out in the 2-minute-on-every-machine room, or whatever they call it. I think he hangs out there because that's where all the chicks are - He says it's because they gave him a blue card....whatever.

It doesn't matter, because at 8 am it's just a bunch of geezers healthy-living older folks there anyway. And us. My husband and I. And we are in no way healthy-living OR old. Never-mind what Daniel says. I am not old! Look at my too tight Threadless t-shirt. NOT OLD!

Right. Uh.

So as we were walking out of the gym this morning, my husband was giving me the run-down of all the machines he had done. I was mostly not listening because I had to focus on keeping my spaghetti-legs in line so that I didn't trip on the way to the car - because he would definitely laugh at me if I fell.

But then he mentioned the Elliptical machine, which made me start listening to him again because I hate that machine so much.

And I told him:

"I hate that machine. I can't use it. I've tried, but five minutes into it my brain goes all crazy and starts screaming, YOU'RE RUNNING BACKWARDS! GET OFF! GET OFF! I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING, GET OFF THIS DAMN MACHINE!"

And he laughed at me like he always does and said:

"You should totally blog that."

Comments

[Brooke]

I don't like that machine either! The movements seem unnatural. Ellipticals should be fed to Robosaurus!