Fun Times Fighting Cancer at the Gym

Yesterday, I had met up with some of my exercise buddies for a rousing stationary bike ride.   We were blabbing on and on about whatever came to mind.  Now, I want you to know that we are all cancer survivors and we didn’t once mention cancer- not an easy feat.  Anyway, as we were chirping and blabbing, the man at the farthest bike seemed to be getting agitated (he had ear plugs in and was listening to the TV).

Finally, he burst out and yelled at us, right in the middle of the gym!  “Will you pipe down, I can’t hear the television!” 

( he lost his ear plugs)

Frankly, my family of origin included a father who was a truck driver his whole life long- so my immediate reaction was to bop him over the head-but I I held my deep and dark feelings in and my co-horts and I exchanged aggravated glances. 

 

Later, one of the ladies who had heard the whole thing came over and said, “That man is so rude-he constantly is yelling at people!”   One of my co-horts said that she was sick of the complaining she always heard there.   I told her that maybe the man needed a suppository. 

Finally, the jerk got off his stationary bike and ambled away- lucky not to have gotten a swift kick in the butt!  

When another one of our co-horts came in we hurried to tell her about the exciting event that had taken place and how rude the jerk was!   Then an elderly lady came in and got on the same stationary bike he had been on- one of my co-horts told her the story and she shook her head back and forth.  She said she knew who he was and that he was always a rude person.

Later, our groups moved over to the weight resistance area and were doing our regimen.   My co-hort told one of the trainers about the event and she was shocked.  “What is wrong with him?”  “We are here to enjoy ourselves, after all!”  She shook her head in consternation.  

And with that, my exercise time at the gym came to an end.   I needed to hydrate.