I’ve been trying to lift weights during my lunch break. (Please don’t ask me how or why this exercise kick has started, just go with it. I promise I’ll be back to my normal chocolate eating ways soon enough.) The building gym is hot and tiny, but it has two redeeming qualities. 1) It was a $50 lifetime membership. 2) I have found someone to laugh at. Okay that sounded really awful. I didn’t mean it. Yes, I did. I’m a bad person.

You see, there are two ladies that are apparently also attempting the lunchtime workout routine. One of those ladies is sheer entertainment. So far, she has:

• shown up without shoes and proceeded to ‘work out’ anyway
• made half-hearted attempts on the elliptical machine, only to give up after about two minutes and switch to the lesser known exercise of rocking back and forth with both shoeless feet on one pedal (I wonder how that rocking compared to just spending her lunch eating and reading a book or something? If I forget a hairtie, I don’t go. Why even bother with no shoes?)
• spent about 20 minutes sitting on the bike watching tv (read: not pedaling on the bike…just sitting. with shoes this time.)
• listened to her ipod in such a way that every time her coworker would lean over to say something, she would literally yell “What?!” before taking out an earbud. Every time.  Did I mention it was a small gym?  She echoed.

Seriously, my few brief encounters have left me wondering what her motivation to spend her lunch hour this way could possibly be.  My guess is that she is that she doesn’t care about the exercise so much as making sure she is amortizing that $50 fee as much as possible. Oh wait, that’s me. Man, I lose: I’m a bad person and I’m lame…