So anyone close to me knows that I have become rather a bit of a gym rat. I run about five miles a day….bike about ten and lift weights….ohh and swim from nine to ten every night (but that does not really count as exercise…to me that is utter relaxation).
I am about 12 pounds from my weight in high school. I feel amazing and am addicted to the high that you get when you get past the mundane exercise and get into the hard core of it.
So I am a familiar face at the gym and you get to know the regulars. We laugh and talk and sit in the steam room for hours laughing and talking about our day.
The greatest part is there are guys in their early twenties to men that are ninety. The whole range of people and experiences….it is a cross section of this life and I learn something every night.
So I am getting in amazing shape and I was getting a little big for my britches.
I would walk in the gym and know that I could outrun most people on the treadmill and then hit the bikes and women have come up to me and asked me to help them get motivated (not EVER a good thing to do to a narcissist).
So last week I was running and I decided to step it up a notch and run eight miles instead of my usual five…
I was running next to a girl who was younger then me and I was pacing with her out the corner of my eye….I am VERY competitive and I just thought “Hell if she is going to out run me, I will DIE before I quit before her.”
So I pushed myself WAY past the point of reason, my body was hurting and I was sweating like a prostitute in church and all of a sudden I could smell gravy.
I started looking around and I swear to you I could smell gravy, but not any gravy….the kind from KFC that comes with the nasty fake mashed potatoes that I LOVE!
Well now feeling like I own the gym….hahaha….I finished my run (yes I out run the chick-a-dee next to me) and I got off the treadmill and started looking around to see WHO had the nerve to bring mashed potatoes and gravy to the GYM!
In my head I was talking up a storm.
I mean how cruel is that. There are people there who are desperately trying to lose weight and someone would be THAT insensitive to bring a three piece wing and breast meal to torture them???
Well I was mad and I thought someone has to stand up for the “People of the Gym.”
So I started walking around looking for the jerk.
After making the rounds several times without luck I decided to just go and get my spinning done.
It was not until about 15 minutes into the ride that I looked down and noticed that every time I pedaled I could smell the gravy…..
Then I remembered. My son had mashed potatoes the night before from KFC and when I went to pour the gravy on his potatoes I squeezed the container to hard and spattered gravy all over my shoes and my jacket and clothes. It was not until I put the shoes on again and the jacket and started sweating that the gravy smell came out…..
So yes….I was the gravy girl at the gym.
And I thought all those people wanted to work out beside me for my good form or my witty conversation…..naaa it was simply my smell of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes…..oh and can I get the gravy on the side?
