It's nadda tumah
Here are a few great things about being One Who Works Out:
1. I get to toss casual references to fitness into my daily conversations. "Why yes, when I was at yoga this morning . . . " or "You know, the other day when I was at the gym . . . " I couldn't do that before.
2. I felt a lump on my leg and for a minute thought I was dying. "Oh my gosh that wasn't there before and now I'm going to die without ever finding true love!!!" Then realized it was muscle.
Here is a less great thing:
1. The checkout guy at the gym gave me a key for a man's locker. This is about my shoulders, ISN'T IT! Was tempted to march back out there in a sports bra and say, "Hey buddy, they may not be large but they ARE the girl kind, thank you very much." Only I didn't, because I'm a lady. And a chicken.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
7 comments:
I laughed muchly at this post.
me too! the opposite happened to me- this person came up to me and said they thought I dropped my locker key- a women's locker one. >_<
Yeah, we all know the real reason for your work-outs: the casual conversation starter. It's all part of a scheme to increase your chances of meeting an eternal mate. :)
I found leg muscle this week and about cried. Seriously. Way to be one who goes to the gym and has a locker. That makes it more official somehow.
You should have stared the guy down until he quivered in fear. THEN he'd know you were a lady!
haha! You would've shown him!
See, you can get away with walking out in your sports bra and telling him off.
My natural, built-in shelf prevents me from ever attempting that. Plus he might care too much about those, rather than what I may say!
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