Gym Shenanigans

In January, El Jefe and I joined a gym only 1 mile away from our house--that truly was the selling point for us. Now, it's a tiny little gym...which has it's positives and negatives. One positive is it is never crowded. On any given morning there are between 4-7 people working out.

{Yes, it is quite the large group.}

The downside is--because there is not a large group of people anything you do or say will be remembered for a very long time.

Naturally, because of this fact--I try not to do anything too embarrassing. And naturally, {look at the title of my blog people} shenanigans are bound to happen.

On Monday, El Jefe and I headed to the gym. I was quite excited about the music I had just uploaded to my I-Pod. I had put Kris Allen's "Live Like We're Dying", in the top spot--which is kind of ironic cause I was not his biggest fan on American Idol--but I have a great love for that song.

Anyway, I hopped up on that treadmill ready to work my little heart out--and pushed play on the I-pod. I was already working it by the time El Jefe got on the treadmill--and good old Kris was singing--"Gotta live like we're dying..."

{A quirk of mine (among many) is that I listen to my music extremely loud. I mostly do this to muffle the grunts from the muscle-men lifting weights. It also distracts me from quitting mid-stream--cause the whole time I'm thinking--man, my ears hurt--instead of--I think I stopped breathing 10 minutes ago.}

So, as El Jefe started up his treadmill--with my music blaring--I looked at him and whispered, "Live like we're dyin!"

El Jefe's eyes got real big--and he gave me the "Shhh" signal.

I took my earphone out and whispered, "What?"

He said, "You just yelled 'Live like we're dyin!' as loud as you could."

I informed him that I whispered.

He informed me that my whispering sounded a lot like yelling.

As I looked around, I started giggling--the lady next to us was not listening to music, another lady was reading her scriptures only in Utah as she ellipticalized herself--again no music, and the dudes lifting weights were definitely not listening to music--but they were doing some awesome synchronized grunting.

That day, I discovered a few key things that I shall never forget. 1) No more whispering talking while music is playing in my ears. 2) It's really hard to run when you are giggle-snorting & blushing.
3) Ya gotta live like your dyin!

For your listening pleasure...

PS Got any favorite workout songs? I'd love to add em' to my collection...and I promise I won't try to sing them at the gym.