Angry Canadian BloggerI was in the gym yesterday night and saw not one, but two couples working out together. This in itself wasn’t all the strange but the fact that they looked interchangeable was sort of disquieting. Guy – ripped with arms bigger than my head and the intense look of muscle bound guys everywhere mid-workout. Gal – model looks, rail thin. Both – black, tight fitting clothes (some Lycra derivative no doubt). I am not kidding, it looked like some sort of uniform that the fit and attractive people had been told to wear. I felt like I was being monitored and evaluated for having the audacity to not only wear a blue shirt to work out in but for choosing to be overweight and out of shape. Usually I just feel monitored and evaluated for what I choose to look at on the internet.
On an even stranger note, the gym is having it’s grand opening next week and they are celebrating by having…a wine and cheese party. I know when I am working out the first thing that comes to my mind is “I think this would go way better with a big old hunk of Gruyere and a nice Chardonnay.” Apparently no one has explained what counter-productive means to these people. On the plus side, free cheese is free cheese.
Rancid Monke
Rancid Monke 