Another day passes when St. Louis gets a mild sprinkling of precipitation and the entire city shuts down - not that I'm hating on my snow day or anything. I'll be the first to admit the streets were a little slick this morning but watching the news reporters on TV this morning, you'd think this was the apocalypse. Let's just calm down here for a hot cold second. It's just snow. It happens every year, multiple times a year. If the mere forecast of the stuff brings panic, might I suggest moving to southern Florida? And the only people who really struggle are those who are dim witted enough to attempt to drive their Scions out right in the thick of it, and frankly they deserve to slide around a bit for buying a Scion in the first place.
Another thing is that everyone's snow anxiety would be eased if the rest of the world clued into what Colorado and Utah have known for years: Subaru.
A few months ago in Utah it had snowed 2 feet in 24 hours and it was still coming down thick enough to obscure the view of my car in the parking lot, which was about 50 feet away. My Utah best friend Kate drove 2 hours through a blizzard (most of which was through a canyon- which is a totally different ball game when it comes to snowstorms) in her faithful Subaru Cici to my apartment all in the name of beer. She picked me up and we joyfully drove all the way down to Epic Brewery in Salt Lake City and drank as the snow covered our car in the parking lot. With a Subaru and a couple of girls in need of a beer, anything is possible.
Nonetheless, I relished crawling back under the covers this morning at 6 am to sleep another 2 hours.
When I finally awoke from my slumber my mom and I hit up the gym, which I discovered with the utmost dismay is a completely different environment on a weekday around 11 than it is after 4. Between the hours of 11 and 1 is the time where the sighers, groaners, moaners, mumblers and mutterers choose to work out. Similar to the beginning of a trendy yoga class, everyone was just letting it out and letting it go.
Now, I'm not much of a noise maker in any situation. When I run I make it a point to breathe through my nose to slow my heart rate down. You will rarely see me exercising with my mouth wide open, mostly because I've accidentally swallowed about 5 too many bugs in my life but also because I just don't like the sound of my own respiration. I would rather fall off the back of a treadmill than huff and puff along a run. And when I lift weights, no matter how heavy, I never, ever brace my thoracic muscles to the point of exhaling louder than the air conditioning machine. It makes me unmeasurably uncomfortable when the big guys at the gym HUMPF! HHHRRAARRR!! HOOOOO!!! HAAAA! up weights as though they were lifting a baby elephant. Which is why 11-1 at the gym is the purest form of torture for a girl like me.
I had a man next to me on a bike that was either having a heart attack and failing to flag down an employee or enjoying the stationary bicycle to the point where his wife should be jealous. I thought several times to lean over and ask him quietly if he was okay, but I feared his reply would be something along the lines of, "never been better! *wink*"
After a few particularly loud, convincing moans and sighs - I couldn't take it. I left the bikes.
Upon heading to the weights and starting a tricep workout, I found a woman next to me who appeared to be talking on one of those awful tiny little ear clip cell phones that always throw me off. I can't tell you the number of times in college I was walking down Comm Ave and I found someone walking the opposite direction, looking directly at me, and talking. I fell for it every time. I would make eye contact, lean it, usually saying "what'd you say?" and stand there bewildered as the person dodged me at the last second, threw me a backward disgusted glance and swiftly walk away. Oh, you were talking to the tiny person hooked on your ear? Should've known. My fault.
The gym is a weird place to answer a phone call but I decided it wasn't on my list of gym 'no-nos' that equate to adultery. I was just starting to feel thankful from getting away from the happy bicycle man when she turned and I saw that there was no phone. The woman was just chattin' away with herself and apparently having a great conversation. Fearing I would be invited into the conversation, I headed to the yoga mats. Maybe today was an ab day.
And I found myself next to a sigher, which, in my opinion, is even worse than the moaner or the mumbler. Every movement was matched with a "hhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."
It was a secret society of 'free to be you and me' exercise enthusiasts. So if you're into such things and are looking for friends who are also into such things, head to the gym around noon during the week. I, however, will no longer be exercising before 4.
Time to wrap it up. The library just announced that due to the weather they will be closing at 5 because there is a chance of flurries this evening.
Another thing is that everyone's snow anxiety would be eased if the rest of the world clued into what Colorado and Utah have known for years: Subaru.
A few months ago in Utah it had snowed 2 feet in 24 hours and it was still coming down thick enough to obscure the view of my car in the parking lot, which was about 50 feet away. My Utah best friend Kate drove 2 hours through a blizzard (most of which was through a canyon- which is a totally different ball game when it comes to snowstorms) in her faithful Subaru Cici to my apartment all in the name of beer. She picked me up and we joyfully drove all the way down to Epic Brewery in Salt Lake City and drank as the snow covered our car in the parking lot. With a Subaru and a couple of girls in need of a beer, anything is possible.
Nonetheless, I relished crawling back under the covers this morning at 6 am to sleep another 2 hours.
When I finally awoke from my slumber my mom and I hit up the gym, which I discovered with the utmost dismay is a completely different environment on a weekday around 11 than it is after 4. Between the hours of 11 and 1 is the time where the sighers, groaners, moaners, mumblers and mutterers choose to work out. Similar to the beginning of a trendy yoga class, everyone was just letting it out and letting it go.
Now, I'm not much of a noise maker in any situation. When I run I make it a point to breathe through my nose to slow my heart rate down. You will rarely see me exercising with my mouth wide open, mostly because I've accidentally swallowed about 5 too many bugs in my life but also because I just don't like the sound of my own respiration. I would rather fall off the back of a treadmill than huff and puff along a run. And when I lift weights, no matter how heavy, I never, ever brace my thoracic muscles to the point of exhaling louder than the air conditioning machine. It makes me unmeasurably uncomfortable when the big guys at the gym HUMPF! HHHRRAARRR!! HOOOOO!!! HAAAA! up weights as though they were lifting a baby elephant. Which is why 11-1 at the gym is the purest form of torture for a girl like me.
I had a man next to me on a bike that was either having a heart attack and failing to flag down an employee or enjoying the stationary bicycle to the point where his wife should be jealous. I thought several times to lean over and ask him quietly if he was okay, but I feared his reply would be something along the lines of, "never been better! *wink*"
After a few particularly loud, convincing moans and sighs - I couldn't take it. I left the bikes.
Upon heading to the weights and starting a tricep workout, I found a woman next to me who appeared to be talking on one of those awful tiny little ear clip cell phones that always throw me off. I can't tell you the number of times in college I was walking down Comm Ave and I found someone walking the opposite direction, looking directly at me, and talking. I fell for it every time. I would make eye contact, lean it, usually saying "what'd you say?" and stand there bewildered as the person dodged me at the last second, threw me a backward disgusted glance and swiftly walk away. Oh, you were talking to the tiny person hooked on your ear? Should've known. My fault.
The gym is a weird place to answer a phone call but I decided it wasn't on my list of gym 'no-nos' that equate to adultery. I was just starting to feel thankful from getting away from the happy bicycle man when she turned and I saw that there was no phone. The woman was just chattin' away with herself and apparently having a great conversation. Fearing I would be invited into the conversation, I headed to the yoga mats. Maybe today was an ab day.
And I found myself next to a sigher, which, in my opinion, is even worse than the moaner or the mumbler. Every movement was matched with a "hhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."
It was a secret society of 'free to be you and me' exercise enthusiasts. So if you're into such things and are looking for friends who are also into such things, head to the gym around noon during the week. I, however, will no longer be exercising before 4.
Time to wrap it up. The library just announced that due to the weather they will be closing at 5 because there is a chance of flurries this evening.
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