"I am a gym moron," I said to my coworker Valencia as I walked through the office door. She had laughed earlier, before I had gone to the gym, simply at the idea of my being on a treadmill. "Do they have cameras at the gym? Can I come just to watch? I want to see you fall on your butt."
Ah, I love having the warm support of my coworkers.
[I told her, sure, you can come, as soon as you show me your signature dance moves doing the spongebob. I had sent her a similar link last week and she confessed she'd tried to do it herself but couldn't quite figure it out. Oh, how I would've loved to have seen that.]
"So what happened?" she asked.
"The treadmills were all taken so I went to try the elliptical and I couldn't figure out how to turn it on! And then I went upstairs to the stationary bikes and I couldn't get those to turn on either! I got so flustered I decided to say screw it and just went for a walk on the track. That at least I could figure out."
So embarassing. And yeah, I know, I should've asked someone but this is the gym at the University I work for so I would be asking some 18 year old kid and I would've had to sign my question. And generally I like to practice the vocabulary of the subject matter beforehand so I don't look quite so stupid when I sign. Yes, thank you, I do have issues.
