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Deodorant goes on BEFORE the gym

Deodorant goes on BEFORE the gym

Gyms are not the most spacious of areas.  Usually, the treadmills and ellipticals are practically stacked on each other and the weight machines are so close to the neighbor they barely touch.  Personally, I value my personal bubble.  Yes, I am the girl that will look for an elliptical with one or two open on either side allowing me my personal space.  Unfortunately for me, that bubble is not impenetrable, especially by odor.  The boy in the bubble had the right idea with his own air supply!  Anyway, there I am sweating away at the gym and minding my own business when my Spidey senses go off.  A wisp of onion tinted body odor floats my way.

On the off chance that it was me, I take one of the secret sniffs.  You know the kind, when you bring up the collar of your T-shirt to wipe your face, but you are really checking to see if you are stinky.  It wasn’t me, I was Secret Shower Fresh, so I peer around.  No one to my left but to my right…5 machines down..was a guy with the fan pointed right at him.  And lucky me, I was down wind.  I was 3/4 of the way done so I wasn’t about to change machines. So I became a mouth breather.  For some reason the idea of the icky air going in my mouth was better than having to inhale the man’s stench, at least I could wash it out with some Crystal Light.

Now, I know some people may be allergic to deodorant/anti-perspirant, but there has to be an alternative.  Spray yourself with room spray, Febreeze, or keep dryer sheets in your armpits, do ANYTHING that will take the edge off of your personal fragrance while enhancing the air for the rest of us!  Because if you have ever shared space with a person with BO, you know those scent molecules become superglued to your nostrils and you are stuck with the smell for at least a couple of hours. 

Now I know this is touch to remember but the routine goes deodorant, clothes, gym, shower, deodorant….lather, rinse, repeat.

How was the gym?

How was the gym?

I don’t really get how to answer this question.  And I have yet to find an answer that sounds right and normal. You can’t say that it is good because it isn’t supposed to be, the purpose of the gym is to kick your own flabby butt into shape. But then again you can’t say the gym was wonderfully masochistic, because you seem like a creepy porn freak.  And let’s face it there are plenty of creepy porn freaks out there, we don’t need to have more.  My usual answer is “sweaty” because I leave home dry and come home “sweaty.”  That seems like a pretty good fit, right?  But since I am a female, do I saw “glowing.”  Because if you ever had a grandmother and you are female you were told at least once that “girls don’t sweat, we glow.” Obviously that person never met me while I was working out. (That was probably a little too much info, huh?)  

Even if you dip into 90′s slang for some unknown reason and answer with “phat” people will think you are just obsessed with your weight and need to go talk to a professional whose name isn’t Ben OR Jerry. Speaking of being seen as a head case….never answer with “fine” because if you have ever seen the Italian Job you know it stands for: Freaked out Insecure Neurotic and Emotional.  Unless of course you are an in shape head case, then feel free to respond with fine

“Busy” might  serve as an appropriate response, but it has nothing to do with you interacting with the gym, you are just telling the inquisitive that it was stinky and it was hard to get a machine.  So here is my question to the masses….how was the gym?

One of the horrors of summer…

One of the horrors of summer…

That’s right kids, summer is right around the corner.  It’s paying us a temporary visit today with the mercury reaching 90, but hopefully it will return to the south for a few more weeks. And what comes out in the summer?  The flip flops, suntan lotion, shorts, and of course warm weather wouldn’t be complete without out of shape shirtless male retirees.

I swear AARP put out a notice this weekend that said if you are over 60, pasty white and out of shape…go out and mow your lawn.  I’m sure they are in two camps.  The first is: I’m old and it’s hot so I feel the need to mow shirtless. The second  is: I’m hot and the ladies want me so I am soooo mowing shirtless. 

Unfortunately for me, the gentlemen on my street belong to the second camp.  I don’t know about all the other ladies out there but I am not about to throw myself at a sweaty retiree with socks up to his knees and a belly that makes it look like he is 6 months pregnant.  Take a minute and picture that…..I’ll wait.  Done? Good.  Now do what I did and shake your head relentlessly trying to get that image out of your memory.  You can keep trying but it doesn’t go away, trust me!

So to all those guys out there who may not be in prime condition, take a page from Jack Black’s fashion book…

Jack Black T-shirt