Late this afternoon, I decided to finally dust off the running shoes, find the sports bra, and head to the new gym I signed on with about 2 weeks ago.
And I don't know why I feel compelled to add this, but this is NOT a New Year's resolution. It is just something that needs to be done and it's taken me 6 months to get back at it. (So not the point of this post. Just thought the timing of me saying I joined a new gym on January 4 looked suspect.)
Anyway, as I said, at the new gym for the first time. I started off on the bike, and I had my water and magazine. All was well. Once done with the bike, I decided to drop my magazine back into my bag in the locker room so I could freely move about to work on the weight machines.
As I headed into the locker room, I still had the iPod volume fully cranked and I was zoning out listening to the music, contemplating lots of little stupid shit. As I made my way around, my eye line was downward seeking locker #180. And I got to the spot where I would have it would be, I got confused - the numbers were nowhere near 180, ....and, wait, this is weird, the room's layout is not quite how I remembered ....
... I lifted my head to get my bearings and it is only at this moment that I realize....
I AM IN THE MEN'S LOCKER ROOM.
Somehow I was able to squash a squeal of shock (and yes, there were naked men. the nerve.) and booked it out of there. And I can tell you, the walk of shame heading to of the MEN'S LOCKER ROOM as a woman is as awesome as it sounds.
Fortunately, 5:30 on a Saturday evening, the gym wasn't all that crowded. I mean, had I done this on a weekday, can you imagine how many bare butts (which I saw) and hairy backs my delicate sensibilites would have been exposed to? Thankfully tonight's episode no one noticed me (THANK YOU JESUS) and no Full Montys.
So to sum up: My night - like Porky's, only in reverse.