Making an ass of oneself is hard work..

So I arrived at the gym the other day. Armed with water bottle and towel with my gym card tucked safely in my bra, ready to stretch and tone my lumps and bumps out. Its been months since I walked in to this establishment of thinly veiled torture and tried to keep as low a profile as possible in case my return is not as successful as I had first anticipated and I am forced to go home and lick my wounds for indefinite periods afterwards. As I entered I remember I had left my musicthumper at home and groaned as I contemplated the boredom I will be experiencing on the treadmill.. However, I need not have concerned myself with that.. Plenty entertainment unfolded to keep me amused. Allow me to explain… After spending what felt like a year or two I finally...