So something you should probably know about me since we're all besties... I'm notoriously forgetful. If I don't write it down or put it in my phone, it didn't happen. I also misplace things. I'm a really neat person and everything has it's place, mostly because that's the only way I can remember where I put said item.
My shuffle has been dead for weeks. First I forgot to charge it, then the charger broke, so then it took me about 2 weeks to remember to buy a new charger. Now I have a new charger and I can't find my dang shuffle. YOU.HAVE.GOT.TO.BE.KIDDING.
The point of this story is that I've been training without music. Which apparently is taken as a sign that I'm at the gym to chat. UMM.... NO.
I've had some pretty interesting encounters over the past few weeks, but a guy took the cake this am. The guy is probably mid fifties, pushing 300 pounds, in a sweatshirt and sweat pants (No judgement, I'm just letting y'all know).
As I walk by, wiping the sleep out of my eyes...
Him: Good morning.
Me: Good morning.
Him: You're like the first person I've seen in here without headphones!!!
Me: Yeah my iPod is dead.
Him: Oh. I don't like to listen to music, I'm here to work.
Me: Yeah, well have a good workout.
Innocent enough, right? Yeah, it gets better.
As I'm walking to the rope he's on a piece of equipment nearby.
Him: So how's it going?
Me: (Jokingly) I thought this stuff was supposed to get easier the more you do it.
Him: (Dead serious) Oh, no. I just gets harder. I'm going to be a body builder when I'm done.
Me: Oh that's awesome.
Him: You probably just want to look good at the beach.
The conversation went downhill from there. High points include him "showing me a great move for my abs", explaining to me that he's using 2140794938 million pounds so I'd probably need to use less, and trying to tell me that Columbus, OH is south of Cincinnati OH.
I'm charging my shuffle right now. This will not happen to me again!