Hot and Sweaty Musings

No... Not that kind. Perves!

So I was thinking about this earlier, when I was in the middle of my workout, and had to make a blog about it. (May I please insert here that I have been a motivated little chook, who has made it to the gym every day this week all by herself again? Go me!) Anyway.

I was bouncing around on the exercise mats like a loon, with my arms swinging wildly by my sides, minding my own business (with the exception of peeking at what the other ladies were doing on their own exercise mats, for future reference, you know) (And I may also have been looking to see if anyone else was as red or hot as myself) (Oh, and seeing if their boobs flung up as high in the air as mine do when they're bouncing) when I heard someone call out my name.

Low and behold, there is my uber glamourous cousin standing in the doorway, all glammed up and looking a million bucks. I think my jaw dropped, before I puffed out a "Hi, how are you?" and then tried to subtly wipe the dripping sweat from my forehead and yank my t-shirt over my gut at the same time. I don't think I succeeded in either. I don't really keep in touch with this cousin at all, despite the fact that they live in the same suburb as me, bleh, family stuff, you know?

But it's funny - Mum had mentioned just the other day that she didn't mind running into people at the gym, so long as it wasn't _______ (insert name here). For me? Anyone I went to high school with. It's bad enough that I've gained stacks of weight since high school, but I definitely wouldn't be too keen on looking like a big unco-ordinated whale in front of them. I know I'm not very important in the grand scheme of things, but can't a girl have her dignity? Thankfully this is a chicks-only place, so no guys allowed, which makes my self consciousness a LOT better.

So my question is? Who is/are the person/people that you would MOST dread running into at the gym?

P.S. I think I have a calf muscle forming! Hoorah!