I finally made it to my new gym today. Still feeling slightly under the weather, but determined, I put the least frumpiest work-out clothes on and headed over with new resolve. I will lose weight. I will make good choices. I will be healthy.
Being the easily-intimidated person that I am (ha! ha!) I went straight to the "Ladies Only" workout room only to discover a senior had beat me to the treadmill. Oh well, I jumped on the elliptical (as I ignored my mental mocking that I have an elliptical at home) and smiled at the treadmill lady who ignored me. Oooh...these must be serious athletic older ladies I reasoned to myself...no time for friendliness. Or, not.
Another senior lady walked in and Mrs. Treadmill piped right up with friendly greetings and they talked on and on about dogs. About training dogs, crating dogs, and anything else having to do with dogs. Another gray haired lady entered as the other one left and she, too, began an identical conversation about dogs with Mrs. Treadmill. She basically repeated her previous conversation to this lady and on and on it went. I'm thinking to myself, "Man, have I got dog stories for you that will curl your toes" but, I dared not join their conversation. Maybe they have become used to people my age snubbing them. Or, maybe there was no evidence of dog hair on me so they didn't even bother.
I did get a good workout in and I shudder to think of what would happen if I beat the Dog Whisperers into that room and jumped on the treadmill ahead of them. I may have to venture out of my comfort zone where the super athletic men and women are (for heaven's sake) and jump on one of about 100 other treadmills. We'll just have to see how it goes....