So, the other day on one of the rare occasions that I actually made it to the gym in the morning to workout, I had this experience.
Mike and I were the first ones there so we got our choice of machines (which is also a rarity). I chose one of the 15 or so treadmills that were lined up along the outer edge. Mike chose an elliptical, but that's not really important to the story. So there I am starting my workout, appreciating the rare awesomeness of having my space. Loving that I don't have to blast my earphones in order to hear the music over everyone else's whirring machines. Loving that I don't have to suck in or, with sweat dripping down my face, smile awkwardly at anyone who happens to make eye contact. Loving the fact that I'm loving anything while working out, because working out is not that great.
Yes, so there I am, feeling the love, when all of a sudden this girl steps onto the treadmill next to me!
No, not onto one of the 13 or 14 other EMPTY treadmills all around me. She picks the one RIGHT. NEXT. TO. ME.
Are you kidding me?!!!
People! There are rules. There is a little something called WORKOUT ETIQUETTE.
Never pick a machine right next to someone if there are others available! Never.
Granted, there might be exceptions when it is someone you know really, really well. Like your roommate. Or your mom. Or your siamese twin. But this was a complete stranger!
Is anyone with me on this? I mean, I couldn't even finish my workout.
Okay. Rant finished.
Now tell me the etiquette-breaking, faux pas-committing, pet-peeving stories you've witnessed. Go on. Rant a little.
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