Max's first attempt at the gym. He's grown so much since then! Now that he's gained weight, he has dimple in his right cheek.Now, if we can just work up those chest muscles...
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Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Gym time
Max's first attempt at the gym. He's grown so much since then! Now that he's gained weight, he has dimple in his right cheek.Now, if we can just work up those chest muscles...
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Boomer Sooner
Several days ago I made my usual morning trip to The Gym. The crowd was the typical fare of 30 and 40 somethings with most of the regulars in attendance.
However, I noticed something a bit out of the ordinary. There was a fairly young, round guy wearing a Longhorns cap. I watched this guy for a bit before I remembered that I was wearing my OU socks, a gift from my lovely wife, conveniently hidden under my long Under Armour workout pants.
I promptly walked over to this guy, set my foot up on the bench he was using, and raised the leg of my workout pants to reveal the OU on my socks. Speechless, his mouth hung open and his eyes widened. I think that I would have received the same look if I had walked over and pulled out my unmentionable (note: this part has been slightly edited by Brandi). A bit surprised myself, I pointed to his hat and said that I noticed his Longhorns cap. Still confused, he responded that he had borrowed the hat from his roommate and did not even know what it represented.
I have never seen him back at The Gym.
--G
However, I noticed something a bit out of the ordinary. There was a fairly young, round guy wearing a Longhorns cap. I watched this guy for a bit before I remembered that I was wearing my OU socks, a gift from my lovely wife, conveniently hidden under my long Under Armour workout pants.
I promptly walked over to this guy, set my foot up on the bench he was using, and raised the leg of my workout pants to reveal the OU on my socks. Speechless, his mouth hung open and his eyes widened. I think that I would have received the same look if I had walked over and pulled out my unmentionable (note: this part has been slightly edited by Brandi). A bit surprised myself, I pointed to his hat and said that I noticed his Longhorns cap. Still confused, he responded that he had borrowed the hat from his roommate and did not even know what it represented.
I have never seen him back at The Gym.
--G
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
There have been times in my life where I thought, “It’s just like on tv.” This was one of them.
The gym was an experience. I understand now why it’s discussed as a dating arena, and why some women have affairs with their trainers. (Not necessarily at this location, but stereotypically.) Nothing is quite like our gym back home. There, one must wonder how clean everything is. Here, attendants follow behind you. There, the lockers require you to bring a lock. Here, the lockers have their own little number memory system. There, industrial strength brown paper towels are available for your convenience. Here, fluffy towels are everywhere you turn.
First of all, there were so many people. If the masses were dressed differently, the lights were low, and alcohol were served, it could have been a nightclub. Instead, women pranced around in tight, stylish workout gear sipping water. Men strutted with their chests out, pretending they weren’t hoping someone was looking at them—in that way, they were a lot like some of the women. Trainers all wore the same outfit and a couple of the men seemed a little eager to lean into the stretches of the more attractive women.
Some worked out with a vengeance. Most of these had highly paid trainers coaching them. Some of them attended classes. These middle aged women had the bodies of co-eds. In the locker rooms they visited as they got ready. The primping reminded me of a sorority house before a big party with a favorite frat house.
However, while I was on the treadmill for half an hour—okay, 28 minutes—I noticed some of the women never exercised. One lady in particular was a paradigm of cute-girl-at-the-gym: sleek grey outfit, long blond hair, perky baseball cap. She dragged her mat to the center of the stretching and toning area. The clue she did not intend to sweat should have been that her hair was not in ponytail. Don’t get me wrong—she stayed busy. She’d strike a pose and then quickly strike up a conversation. She’d giggle behind her water bottle. When her companion(s) would go on to exercise, she’d repeat the process so that passersby thought she was pausing in her workout to talk to them. I have a feeling she’s a new breed of woman, I’ve yet to understand. Maybe my time on the treadmill will be like watching The Discovery Channel.
The loveliest aspect of the entire gym is in the locker room. The showers were magnificent. The showers are enough to inspire me to return to the crowded and different environment. Just so I can take a shower. Three different shower heads pummel you in a shower worthy of a bed and breakfast or a 5 star hotel. It’s really worth it. I just hope my friend Lisa is right about the overpopulation when she says it will slow down after January. I’d like to luxuriate in that shower without worrying about a line.
The gym was an experience. I understand now why it’s discussed as a dating arena, and why some women have affairs with their trainers. (Not necessarily at this location, but stereotypically.) Nothing is quite like our gym back home. There, one must wonder how clean everything is. Here, attendants follow behind you. There, the lockers require you to bring a lock. Here, the lockers have their own little number memory system. There, industrial strength brown paper towels are available for your convenience. Here, fluffy towels are everywhere you turn.
First of all, there were so many people. If the masses were dressed differently, the lights were low, and alcohol were served, it could have been a nightclub. Instead, women pranced around in tight, stylish workout gear sipping water. Men strutted with their chests out, pretending they weren’t hoping someone was looking at them—in that way, they were a lot like some of the women. Trainers all wore the same outfit and a couple of the men seemed a little eager to lean into the stretches of the more attractive women.
Some worked out with a vengeance. Most of these had highly paid trainers coaching them. Some of them attended classes. These middle aged women had the bodies of co-eds. In the locker rooms they visited as they got ready. The primping reminded me of a sorority house before a big party with a favorite frat house.
However, while I was on the treadmill for half an hour—okay, 28 minutes—I noticed some of the women never exercised. One lady in particular was a paradigm of cute-girl-at-the-gym: sleek grey outfit, long blond hair, perky baseball cap. She dragged her mat to the center of the stretching and toning area. The clue she did not intend to sweat should have been that her hair was not in ponytail. Don’t get me wrong—she stayed busy. She’d strike a pose and then quickly strike up a conversation. She’d giggle behind her water bottle. When her companion(s) would go on to exercise, she’d repeat the process so that passersby thought she was pausing in her workout to talk to them. I have a feeling she’s a new breed of woman, I’ve yet to understand. Maybe my time on the treadmill will be like watching The Discovery Channel.
The loveliest aspect of the entire gym is in the locker room. The showers were magnificent. The showers are enough to inspire me to return to the crowded and different environment. Just so I can take a shower. Three different shower heads pummel you in a shower worthy of a bed and breakfast or a 5 star hotel. It’s really worth it. I just hope my friend Lisa is right about the overpopulation when she says it will slow down after January. I’d like to luxuriate in that shower without worrying about a line.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
I thought it was a tornado siren. Garrett insisted it was an air raid siren. Neither sounded good. We were so tired we just went back to bed.
Since our local dining experience was interrupted yesterday, we wanted to try out The Ridge again. Breakfast was delicious. The same waitress, Allison, waited on us. We asked her about the sirens from the night before and she had no idea what we meant. The owner didn’t either. I felt like we were in the Twilight Zone and everyone was pretending they hadn’t heard because, in fact, it was some alien alarm or something. Instead, the owner indicated it might be the fire alarm. Holy cow. I was worried the train would be bothersome. Instead, we’ve got blaring announcements to gather the firemen.
Bright and shiny! Reds and greens and oranges right from a Crayola box filled the shelves. The produce in the grocery store was so colorful it looked like waxed “art” set out on Aunt Gert’s coffee table. Much of the fruit was organic, so we know it didn’t have all that fake stuff on it to brighten it. We were astounded at the freshness of the veggies and herbs. In addition to that there was a fish counter and a meat counter and a deli counter. Also, there was an entire area set up of OLIVES and another for CHEESE. I thought I was going to faint with delight right there in the store. It’s definitely set up for different clientele than home. We had to hunt for salsa, and the variety was limited. However, three separate kiosks were dedicated to pasta, tomato sauce, and olive oil. A lot of kosher food was available, too, so when I went to select pickles, I chose kosher organic. What could be healthier? The prices are a bit higher but not crazy. It’s more like shopping at Albertson’s as opposed to Wal-Mart Market. You may think I’m a little over-excited about groceries, but you didn’t see it, did you?
Later we joined The Gym. That’s the name of it. The Gym. It was the cleanest gym I’ve ever been in and didn’t smell like a gym at all. I’m looking forward to their Pilates and yoga classes. Plus, they have a Broadway Dance class that looks way fun. Garrett got up at 5 this morning and went. That’s dedication.
Garrett wants me to mention how “crazy expensive” The Gym is. Do you really want to know? Well, we’re paid up for life in Oklahoma at All-American. Sure, it stinks. Sure, it’s dirty. But it’s paid for. This place costs us $200 a month.
Since our local dining experience was interrupted yesterday, we wanted to try out The Ridge again. Breakfast was delicious. The same waitress, Allison, waited on us. We asked her about the sirens from the night before and she had no idea what we meant. The owner didn’t either. I felt like we were in the Twilight Zone and everyone was pretending they hadn’t heard because, in fact, it was some alien alarm or something. Instead, the owner indicated it might be the fire alarm. Holy cow. I was worried the train would be bothersome. Instead, we’ve got blaring announcements to gather the firemen.
Bright and shiny! Reds and greens and oranges right from a Crayola box filled the shelves. The produce in the grocery store was so colorful it looked like waxed “art” set out on Aunt Gert’s coffee table. Much of the fruit was organic, so we know it didn’t have all that fake stuff on it to brighten it. We were astounded at the freshness of the veggies and herbs. In addition to that there was a fish counter and a meat counter and a deli counter. Also, there was an entire area set up of OLIVES and another for CHEESE. I thought I was going to faint with delight right there in the store. It’s definitely set up for different clientele than home. We had to hunt for salsa, and the variety was limited. However, three separate kiosks were dedicated to pasta, tomato sauce, and olive oil. A lot of kosher food was available, too, so when I went to select pickles, I chose kosher organic. What could be healthier? The prices are a bit higher but not crazy. It’s more like shopping at Albertson’s as opposed to Wal-Mart Market. You may think I’m a little over-excited about groceries, but you didn’t see it, did you?
Later we joined The Gym. That’s the name of it. The Gym. It was the cleanest gym I’ve ever been in and didn’t smell like a gym at all. I’m looking forward to their Pilates and yoga classes. Plus, they have a Broadway Dance class that looks way fun. Garrett got up at 5 this morning and went. That’s dedication.
Garrett wants me to mention how “crazy expensive” The Gym is. Do you really want to know? Well, we’re paid up for life in Oklahoma at All-American. Sure, it stinks. Sure, it’s dirty. But it’s paid for. This place costs us $200 a month.
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