Today at the gym…
The geriatric clapper was to my left.
The bear in short-shorts was using the abductor machine to my right.
That must be what hell is like.
Today at the gym…
The geriatric clapper was to my left.
The bear in short-shorts was using the abductor machine to my right.
That must be what hell is like.
Today at the gym…
The geriatric clapper was to my left.
The bear in short-shorts was using the abductor machine to my right.
That must be what hell is like.
The clapper was a woman. She was probably trying to clap along to WHAM! or whatever the hell she was listening to but this clapping did not come close to resembling a beat. And she was loud.
The clapper was a woman. She was probably trying to clap along to WHAM! or whatever the hell she was listening to but this clapping did not come close to resembling a beat. And she was loud.
Holy shit! Nothing throws me off more than someone who claps off beat. I was a dancer, so I don't understand how someone could not hear the beats in music.
And a home gym would be nice but I am poor.
Plus - after the bear/clapper nightmare I went downstairs and watched some very uncoordinated boys play some very sad basketball. I laughed at them and all was right in the world.