My Nose Broke Today…

I spend a lot of time at the gym, as does anyone that is training for a competition.

So I am used to seeing funny things…mostly from men.

Today I SMELLED something funny.

While completing my second workout of the day, which consists of parking myself on a treadmill for 40 minutes, I smelled something akin to death.

A very nice, short, italian man decided to run next to me. His shirt was VERY wrinkled and an odour that can only be compared with death itself started to emanate from his general direction.  I can only surmise that all his other shirts were stolen and he found the only shirt left in his house at the bottom of his hockey bad and decided to wear it to the YMCA.

There is no other rationale for wearing such horrific smelling clothes.

I mean, how do you put that on and thing, “FRESH! Off to the gym I go!”  And then how do you smile while smelling like a 6 month old piece of cheese that was forgotten in the back of a refrigerator?  It takes more self confidence than I think I will ever have.

I nearly didn’t make it through the run, and this time it wasn’t due to fatigue.

Correct me if I am wrong, but I just can’t imagine a woman torturing a gym full of people in the same way….thoughts?

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