I'm ten minutes into an intense interval workout, today is challenging enough due to the lack of sleep, but I braved the snow and here I am pounding out a great cardio session, when two women arrive and step onto the machines to my left and right. My earphones are in and turned up, I barely notice them, I'm focused. However, the chatter starts and doesn't stop, now I'm 15 minutes in and i'm pretty sure they would get a better work out shopping at Bloomingdales.
Do I say something? I usually would, the only reason I didn't speak up is because I was in the zone, sprinting, resting, sprinting, working, harder, up the resistance and over and over again, no way these women are going to break my concentration. They already have, I'm on level 18, climbing what feels like Mount Everest and I'm almost complete, heart pounding. SHUT IT LADIES, no one cares about the pictures above your couch. Can't you see I'm sweating, clearly I'm in the way of your conversation as you lean backwards to talk behind me, I'm almost giggling as the guy in front of me turns around and gives them the evil eye, thank God I'm almost done.
"I think we are really annoying that guy up front?" she says
"Oh, hmmm".... "Did you hear from Bobby?"
There is no hope for them. Okay Ashton, where are you? Remember that show BOILING POINT, where you win cash if you dont blow your top in annoying situations?
I'm not cooling down, and I jump off the machine, I completed the workout, and I'm outtie like a belly button. (Well, not my belly button, I have an innie.)
My calves tighten up immediately when I step outside, ugh, I let those cooky ladies steal my power. I gave them energy. Remember the only thing we can control is our reaction to our circumstances. So I'm stretching, and looking forward to Bikram tomorrow morning, for so many reasons, mostly because there is no talking!
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