I’m such a clumsy clot!
I’ve rejoined the gym over a year ago. It’s a nice gym. A little classy, you know…black tie and dress to go in the café
but I like the computerized system down there. It keeps me motivated.
As you go in, there’s one of those turnstiles. I swipe my card and walk into it, trusting it will let me through.
The lady in the reception area gives me a friendly “hello” or “good evening” and I’m away…first hurdled managed. Next bit of equipment on my challenge list is the dreadmill and to see if I can go the whole time without falling off.
Coming out of the gym is a nightmare. Again, I have to negotiate the turnstile, but this time there is an extra challenge. As I go through it, the receptionist will say “goodbye”. I don’t hear well, so I need to go through this contraption whilst looking at her, to catch her words so that I can reply at the appropriate time.
Every single time, I manage to catch the handles of my gym bag in one of the 'spokes'. Not occasionally! Every single time.
Okay, so I know this is going to happen. I have to prepare. So on approaching the stile, I raise my bag above my shoulders, I start to go through, I look at the lady with the cheesy smile, she says “goodnight”, I drop my bag when I reply…why?
They always say “Are you alright there?” as the bag handles force me to rebound back straight into the stile. Of course, I say “yyeeeesss, fine” and return the same cheesy grin whilst thinking ‘I’ve done it again!!!...what is wrong with me?'
On Sunday, I had the ultimate humiliation. As I approached the turnstile, one of the receptionists, jumped in before me and opened the stile up leaving me a free gap to walk through. They had noticed! 3 times a week for over a year, but I had hoped they hadn’t realised it was the same person each time. Well, a girl needs to dream to save denting her pride.
Last night, I was determined to get it right. Approach turnstile….stop, look at receptionist, say “goodnight” first, wait for reply, lift bag above shoulders and give 100% attention to the turnstile. Phew, it worked. Got through without incident.
Then would you believe it? I gave a silent “YES!” then tripped up on the mat and fell flat on my face! I don’t believe it.
The lady at the desk gave the customary "Are you alright there?"
I might just ask for the gym equipment to be delivered to the car park in future
I’ve rejoined the gym over a year ago. It’s a nice gym. A little classy, you know…black tie and dress to go in the café
but I like the computerized system down there. It keeps me motivated.As you go in, there’s one of those turnstiles. I swipe my card and walk into it, trusting it will let me through.
The lady in the reception area gives me a friendly “hello” or “good evening” and I’m away…first hurdled managed. Next bit of equipment on my challenge list is the dreadmill and to see if I can go the whole time without falling off.
Coming out of the gym is a nightmare. Again, I have to negotiate the turnstile, but this time there is an extra challenge. As I go through it, the receptionist will say “goodbye”. I don’t hear well, so I need to go through this contraption whilst looking at her, to catch her words so that I can reply at the appropriate time.
Every single time, I manage to catch the handles of my gym bag in one of the 'spokes'. Not occasionally! Every single time.
Okay, so I know this is going to happen. I have to prepare. So on approaching the stile, I raise my bag above my shoulders, I start to go through, I look at the lady with the cheesy smile, she says “goodnight”, I drop my bag when I reply…why?
They always say “Are you alright there?” as the bag handles force me to rebound back straight into the stile. Of course, I say “yyeeeesss, fine” and return the same cheesy grin whilst thinking ‘I’ve done it again!!!...what is wrong with me?'
On Sunday, I had the ultimate humiliation. As I approached the turnstile, one of the receptionists, jumped in before me and opened the stile up leaving me a free gap to walk through. They had noticed! 3 times a week for over a year, but I had hoped they hadn’t realised it was the same person each time. Well, a girl needs to dream to save denting her pride.
Last night, I was determined to get it right. Approach turnstile….stop, look at receptionist, say “goodnight” first, wait for reply, lift bag above shoulders and give 100% attention to the turnstile. Phew, it worked. Got through without incident.
Then would you believe it? I gave a silent “YES!” then tripped up on the mat and fell flat on my face! I don’t believe it.
The lady at the desk gave the customary "Are you alright there?"
I might just ask for the gym equipment to be delivered to the car park in future
