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How many times have you wanted to escape to the bottom of the garden and disappear inside your imagination? Well, I've wanted to every since I started school and I doubt I was the only little girl with a fully furnished 'camp' behind the garden shed. Hence how I got the nickname Pixie, and strangely, it's followed me around for the last 20 years. Of course, every now and then even Pixies must emerge into the real world, but the real one's never stop venturing back to camp. So, here's what I've discovered on my travels so far...

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Rule number one - do not talk to me when one of us is naked!

Since joining the gym again, I've remembered all the ridiculous things that happen!  My brother and I used to spend ages swapping "Gym Horror Encounters" !  (They're much more dramatic than "stories")  So I thought I'd share a few with you, just to confirm that you are not alone in your endeavours...


  • After a day at work I went straight to the gym and had the regular-bra-to-sports-bra change over.  A very simple process and one I've been doing since the age of 12 (I was an early developer!!).  However, at the crucial moment I was approached by a middle aged woman who came towards me with her hands out "do you need a hand, dear?"  NO!
  • Rule number one - do not talk to me when one of us is naked!
  • While running (I know, I'm so excited I can call myself a runner now) I usually end with a sprint.  I was sprinting as normal, but I didn't realise how much I swing/punch my arms when I run, so I accidentally smacked the emergency stop button mid-stride, cam to an abrupt stop fell forward and smacked my head on the treadmill dashboard!  Pressed Quick Start and carried on, looking around to see who saw - luckily it was a quiet day!
  • My brother used to go to his very very posh gym before work, so standing at the sink shaving was not unusual.  So imagine his distress when the guy next to him put his foot up on the sink... Yep, apparently not everyone shaves their face in the gym!
  • My sister goes to the same posh gym and was doing arm dips ( the one where the knee plate drops down and you're really high up).  Unfortunately, something really funny happened and she got the giggles, unable to carry or or stop she became stuck with her elbows locked very high off the ground.  The giggles turned to hysterics when she realised she could not get down.  Luckily the guy next to her (also at this point in hysterics) got off and helped her, just in time to see my brother walk past wondering what the hell had happened!
  • After my first (and last) spinning class the other week, I left feeling slightly like jelly, went to walk down the stairs and stacked it all the ay into reception - think Run Fat Boy Run - sadly that one was witnessed!
  • Women tend to wander around the changing room totally naked, but as long as their hair is in a towel, it's apparently ok!  Hmmm.  I overheard two strangers comparing underwear the other day - why don't you put it on then?!
  • According to some male friends who also swap changing-room-ettiquette stories, men are worse.  It seems that pants are the the very last thing to put on, if only they could go on over trousers, eh? Men will put shirt, tie, jumper, jacket on first, will dry their hair first, shave first (see previous story - enough said), and at the last minute before they walk out, they'll put their pants on... why?!  Is there a particular al fresco moment that cannot wait till their at home?!
No doubt more will be added as the hilarity continues.  I like being at the gym again!

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