From the Elliptical
July 25th, 2006
Okay, not really. More like From the Couch. But I was on the elliptical last night, and it was miserable because Angela wasn’t here. Angela left me for a weekend in Sedona with her family (the nerve!). So I went to gym alone, which I was dreading and whining about because it was so. freaking. hot. And then The Betrothed gently inquired, isn’t the gym is air conditioned? To which I explained that even though that is, technically, true…there is something about the overwhelming smell of sweat that hits me in the face when I walk in there, and the sense that my body is instantly coated with it, even before I begin generating my own perspiration, that psychologically makes it FEEL like the gym is not, in fact, air conditioned.
Have you experienced this at your gym? Or is it just ours because it’s located in a mall?
Bottom line: elliptical + insane heat + sweat fumes + no Angela = unhappy Jess
But now Angela has returned from an even hotter place than here, and we will be reunited in the cardio enterprise tomorrow night.
I agree. The gym at SDSU has recently been extremely hot inside and sometimes the smell near the starimasters is unbearable. But then again, it could just be me.