We have a health club on the 46th floor of the building (basically the roof). They tried to have "ladies hours" which was a concept that we scoffed at a bit as outmoded. It was inconvenient because when we'd both go up to work out, Kevin would be asked to leave and it seemed stupid.
Well, that was until yesterday. Mind you, I need a great deal of encouragement to put on my outfit and go up the elevator, so once I get there I want to actually exercise..... and that was my intention. Until....
I was on the treadmill and there were two other guys in the room. One guy was in the same area working out like a normal person. Then, from the other side of a mirrored wall partition, the sound began.... with each, uh, thrust of the barbell, I start hearing sounds like, oooh, ah, UNGH. Blogging really doesn't do do me any favors to express the grunts, sighs, and, well, grunts coming from the other part of the gym. I clocked out at 12 minutes and went home.