I was at the gym today. Yes, the gym. Obviously I don’t go
anywhere without a strategy, created and implemented with the sole purpose of
making me look appealing to the opposite sex (being female: I don’t know why I
feel like I have to reiterate this but oh well…). Following personal protocol I
placed myself on the treadmills nearest the best prospective females (I’m not
going to explain what that means). However Shortly after I began my run (and
yes it was run!),my treadmill stopped working. Embarrassing, as that may seem,
the one out of shape guy in the row of treadmills can’t even get his working.
Nice. But it made me stop and look around for a second. All the sweaty persons
surrounding me were…for lack of a better term, the beautiful people. Normally
people are fairly attentive and kind and the gym. While they were kind, they
seemed to be overly focused on…being beautiful. I didn’t realize that 6:37 was beautiful
hour. Be aware: 6:00-7:30 is Beauty Hour at GoldsGym
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