I really don’t like to whine and complain. But sometimes a person is exposed to things that fill up their “snark tank”.
Unfortunately that moment happened for me tonight and I think I need to release some snark to restore me to my normally cool, zen-like ways.
As some of you know, I got back on the horse and re-joined Goodlife Fitness a few months back. It was a tremendously positive move and I am feeling all round very good about it. There is a class I like to do called Bodypump.
As you can see there is some equipment involved. In fact, this picture is a little misleading because everyone usually has a step board in front of them, a mat off to the side and a few more weights hanging around the floor around them.
At the gym, when the class is over, you have to return the equipment. Although there are two frames that hold all of the stuff, some Einstein decided to put both frames at ONE end of the room. As you can imagine this creates quite a rush at the end of the class when people are trying to put things away and get the hell out of the gym.
Now I have no problem with people moving things along. After all, we are all happy when a workout is over and it’s time to move on to
anything something else. But is it too much to ask that we behave with a little bit of decorum?
When I arrive at the end of the room, barbell and weights in hand, I stand behind whoever is at the frame and wait my turn. Yes, I line up and wait my turn. I wait my turn. It would appear as though that behaviour is a thing of the past.
Inevitably someone comes up behind me, steps AROUND me, and happily starts putting her weights back where they belong. She acknowledges me in no way, shape or form.
This never ceases to amaze me. It happens every time I do a Bodypump class. And this is what I say (in my head) every time.
“Oh please forgive me. I was in such a rush to put my things away that it totally slipped my mind that you are the centre of the universe.”
Thank-you for reading. The snark tank has been emptied. For now anyway.