PSA: In track running, AS IN LIFE, stay to the goddamn right. This is because, JUST LIKE ON A ROAD OR ESCALATOR OR AIRPORT WALKWAY OR WHATEVER, someone who is going faster than you are may want to pass.
Do not position yourself and your walking partner side-by-side so that not one inch of track is left uncovered by the shadow of your chatty asses. And if you MUST walk side-by-side, realize that you may have to move at some point. I should not have to roll an ank going off road just to go around you. And if someone does dare to challenge your track author-i-TIE, you are NOT, I repeat, NOT, allowed to sigh audibly and/or roll your bitchy eyes.
DAMN. I was squirrelly to begin with today! Kick in, endorphins! SERENITY NOW!
Of course, if you think I said anything other than "on your left, please", then you are a Total Skimmer.
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"Chatty asses" haha! This drives me nuts when on the road with the baby jogger. I could squeeze by on the sidewalk if you two would just go single file for ten freaking seconds. OR you could force me and my kids into the road and off the six inch curb. thanks for nothing.
Also, my one-and-a-half year old loves pickles! He pronounces it "peek-oh." And technically pickles are vegetables, right? It's all good.
Now I feel bad because I totally go home at lunch, and watch tv and EAT and thumb through whichever catalog came in the mail...
However back in the day when I did workout, I also wanted to run right over these side by side chatters. They probably walk like they drive!!!
Gym politics are awful.
Penny-I know. Normally I try to be understanding with the gym etiquette, because not everyone is a Gym Rat, but the "stay to the right" thing? NO. Because this is not a Gym Rule, but a Life Rule. Argg.
The worst place for these type of people is at the Komen races, it is ridiculous. Two across, try an entire freaking side of the freeway across!!! Grrrr! I won't run it anymore because of this!
I've never heard the expression "roll an ank" before. You are awesome.
You'd be a great local on the DC Metro escalators!
Tessie - oh the stay to the right thing in life? DON'T GET ME STARTED. On, say, the MORONS ON ESCALATORS WHO DO NOT STAY TO THE RIGHT.
I could kill them all.
Did you say "On your left" totally bitchy, like Tea Leoni's character in "Spanglish?"
P&D-HAHA! Sigh. NO. I need to become a bellower. I rarely bellow.
Next time, shout "move your chatty asses, beeotches!" I will pay you $5 if you do.
We had a serious accident at my gym the other day where a guy was using one of those cable crossover deals and hit someone in the face. He knocked out a bunch of his teeth.
You could make it look like an accident is all I'm saying...
And this applies to the walkway things in the airport too. It's not a RIDE. Stand to the right or walk quickly to the left. Those are your choices.
So, this whole lunch working out thing? How does this work with the showering and getting back into the work clothes without having the sweaty pits and such? Seriously, I want to do it, but it's physically impossible for me to do anything but whine and bitch after I sweat, I dislike the sweating, but I love adding definitive articles where they aren't needed! And I've had too much wine. Good night.
Flibberty-Well, I am lucky, lucky, lucky in my work situation for one. We have a fitness center at my workplace (with locker room, etc.). So that cuts out any driving time. Also, I mostly run for cardio, which doesn't take very long, so I still have time to shower and what-not. I don't rewash my hair or anything, just hose off. A lot of times I end up wearing my hair in a ponytail for the rest of the day, but whatev.
The lunch workout is perfect, in my opinion, because you don't have to get up early (SUCKS) or work out after work when you are already tired and beaten down (SUCKS). Plus it gets me away from my desk.
Hose off... ah, that is funny for some reason. I am really tired. Thanks for motivation I needed to get back to working out during lunch!
I wish I could work out at lunch again. My boss used to go daily, and I started going with him. It was kind of weird and kind of fun. Either we'd talk business the whole time on the treadmill, or we'd get ultra-competitive.
Who am I kidding. We did both EVERY time. Unless I saw a hot guy. When that happened I pretended he was my dad. He did not appreciate that.
Thank you - you've provided me with yet another reason to not run (unless some one is chasing me - with a large weapon in hand). I don't follow rules well and I didn't know there was runners etiquette.
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