Juneathon Day 25
Right well I had body pump and spin booked for this morning and I'm glad to say I woke up without my ear gurgling away so I thought "yay I'm getting better". The past few days it's been like when you go to the seaside for a day out and someone says "Put that shell to your ear you can hear the sea" and I think "FFS of course you can hear the sea you're standing on a feckin beach". ANyway - it's been making that sound even though I'm nowhere near a beach and I live in South London (even though Jogblog won't admit to this).
Anyway - off to the gym I go and Mel is standing there in reception and asks if I've had three shredded wheat which I haven't but I say yes anyway sa otherwise I'd have to explain about the muesli weighing and being a fitness person she'll think that's weird as I'm sure she realises that finely tuned athletes need more than 51g of muesli.
Then changed and into the class where I set up my step and we get stuck into a compilation of old tracks which is dead good. Anyway there's a woman in front of me with rather thin leggings on and she's quite shapely but even so her leggings are semi-transparent and go even more transparent when stretched over her bum cheeks when she sits back to do a squat which happens quite a lot in the squat track as you might expect, so I get a pretty much full on view of her bum cheeks and her thong. It was quite distracting so I decide to stare everywhere butt but I also want to check my form from front on.
Anyway the track finishes and there's less bum on show and we go through all the tracks including missing one out because it's a 45 minute class for the mums which is a pain and why can't they book the creche for longer. Anyway next week is school hols so most of them won't be there so I won't be the only bloke there. Hopefully Tony will turn up too as he's a good laugh but works shifts.
The back to the changing room where I frantically search for mymobile to wish Jogblog good luck at the agencies but I can't get a signal so she doesn't get a message and I think shall I walk down the road to get one but I have a spin class to get to so I race into the spin studio (i.e. the small dark cupboard-like room in tthe corner)
Anyway there's only two spin bikes free and one has the water bottle holder missing which is a pain so I opt for the other one but it's rather close to the mirror so I look behind me to see if there's room to move but sweaty headbanger woman is there. She's friendly but always seems to get very sweaty and has her hair over her face like a heavy metal fan but I like her approach to work outs. Anyway she moves a bit, we have a laugh and then who gets onto the bike beside me (that had a towel draped over it) but visible thong woman. Fortunately I'm not behind her this time so there's no embarassing incidents on that front (or behind) and we get stuck into anothe grroovy set of choons that Mel has picked for us.
My ruddy resistance wheel is squeakign which is a good reason to avoid that bike in future but I can't change it and embarassingly Mel says "Who's squeaking" and after stoppign to check I realise it's me and then can't get the thing turning again. Damn!
Anyway - then it's off to the sauna where I have a chat with a woman about the water problems and how the water board haven't sent round any notices abut boiling the water and I only know because someone told me to look on a website. Then out of there and the woman from the Atlantis swimming school (Shouldn't it be a man from Atlantis??) asks me if I coudl check the changing room for a girl as she can't go in there so I say yes and go and see the girl with someone who is presumably her dad so I guess it's okay although he could be a paedo which obviously wouldn't be but I go back and give her the thumbs up and then go back into the sauna. I'm not sure this does my ear any good but I enjoy it anyway :-)
Anyway - off to the gym I go and Mel is standing there in reception and asks if I've had three shredded wheat which I haven't but I say yes anyway sa otherwise I'd have to explain about the muesli weighing and being a fitness person she'll think that's weird as I'm sure she realises that finely tuned athletes need more than 51g of muesli.
Then changed and into the class where I set up my step and we get stuck into a compilation of old tracks which is dead good. Anyway there's a woman in front of me with rather thin leggings on and she's quite shapely but even so her leggings are semi-transparent and go even more transparent when stretched over her bum cheeks when she sits back to do a squat which happens quite a lot in the squat track as you might expect, so I get a pretty much full on view of her bum cheeks and her thong. It was quite distracting so I decide to stare everywhere butt but I also want to check my form from front on.
Anyway the track finishes and there's less bum on show and we go through all the tracks including missing one out because it's a 45 minute class for the mums which is a pain and why can't they book the creche for longer. Anyway next week is school hols so most of them won't be there so I won't be the only bloke there. Hopefully Tony will turn up too as he's a good laugh but works shifts.
The back to the changing room where I frantically search for mymobile to wish Jogblog good luck at the agencies but I can't get a signal so she doesn't get a message and I think shall I walk down the road to get one but I have a spin class to get to so I race into the spin studio (i.e. the small dark cupboard-like room in tthe corner)
Anyway there's only two spin bikes free and one has the water bottle holder missing which is a pain so I opt for the other one but it's rather close to the mirror so I look behind me to see if there's room to move but sweaty headbanger woman is there. She's friendly but always seems to get very sweaty and has her hair over her face like a heavy metal fan but I like her approach to work outs. Anyway she moves a bit, we have a laugh and then who gets onto the bike beside me (that had a towel draped over it) but visible thong woman. Fortunately I'm not behind her this time so there's no embarassing incidents on that front (or behind) and we get stuck into anothe grroovy set of choons that Mel has picked for us.
My ruddy resistance wheel is squeakign which is a good reason to avoid that bike in future but I can't change it and embarassingly Mel says "Who's squeaking" and after stoppign to check I realise it's me and then can't get the thing turning again. Damn!
Anyway - then it's off to the sauna where I have a chat with a woman about the water problems and how the water board haven't sent round any notices abut boiling the water and I only know because someone told me to look on a website. Then out of there and the woman from the Atlantis swimming school (Shouldn't it be a man from Atlantis??) asks me if I coudl check the changing room for a girl as she can't go in there so I say yes and go and see the girl with someone who is presumably her dad so I guess it's okay although he could be a paedo which obviously wouldn't be but I go back and give her the thumbs up and then go back into the sauna. I'm not sure this does my ear any good but I enjoy it anyway :-)
posted by XFR Bear @ 7:24 pm
2 Comments:
Look:
1. You live in Surrey, not South London. You should be pleased, because Surrey is posh, innit?
2. 51g is over the portion size for muesli, so be grateful.
3. Did I steal your punctuation? Blimey, you can't trust these East End types :-)
yeah you probably nicked it and left the sentence up on bricks while you nicked all the semi-colons and stuff ;-)
Surrey is posh - I'm surprised they let you through the border to come and visit ;-)
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