Treadmill + Golden Girls = Awesome Workout!

Well kids, I finally made it to the gym this morning. I was so freakin' exhausted last night that I passed out by 9pm, and didn't wake up until 6am. Much needed sleep I tell you. I arrived around 6:45, in fear that the place would be jam packed with early morning gym rats...but was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn't crazy at all. I'm wondering if it was a fluke, as we had another wonderful snow storm yesterday. Like I said though...a great deal of the crowd at this gym is older folks...so they must straggle in later.

I hopped on the treadmill (ok, stepped gracefully. I don't hop.) and starting perusing through the channels. I first stopped on a design show, but wasn't in the mood to watch people with nice homes. It makes me jealous. I kept on flipping...and then I found it.

GOLDEN GIRLS!

It's only one of my all-time favorite shows EVER!

"Now look here you withered old Sicilian Monkey!" Dorothy.

Seriously...my life is complete now. =)

I did 30 mins on the treadmill, throwing some intervals in every now and again. I would have attempted some weights, but I wasn't sure what the shower situation would be, so I headed into the locker room @ 7:30. As luck would have it, it was COMPLETELY empty. I was showered, dressed, and out the door by 8:06am. Which worked out well, because I decided to be adventurous and take the expressway. Dumb. Mad traffic. Oh well, I made it in time.

So, I'm now enjoying my last week of freedom before class starts (a week from tonight...gulp.) I still have 10 mags to read...and I bought the last book in the Twilight series...which according to a certain person's calculations, I'll finish by June! =) Better late than never, I suppose.

Speaking of favorite shows of all time, what are your top 5?

Mine, in no particular order:

*Golden Girls
*Seinfeld
*Family Guy
*Roseanne
*Monk
*Simpsons (ok, 6. You can't not mention the Simpsons. But I'm talking older ones...when the show wasn't clearly passed its prime.)

I just don't get it.

Alright...I knew it was going to be a cold one this morning...so I was out of bed right at 6am, allowing myself a few extra mins to get my numerous layers put on, as well as clean the snow off of the car. I dressed, started up the ice-mobile, and was on my merry little way to the rec. I was so proud of myself...I left the house 3 minutes earlier, assuring a good treadmill. There's no way any of the old folks could possibly have arrived yet.

Wrong.

I pull into the parking lot (It's like a 5 min drive from my house to the rec) and huddled in front of the door were 4 of them.

Ok...please tell me this: If you were retired...had no job to go to, and other than the occasional early bird special, had generally nothing else going on with your day...would you ever, EVER go work out at 6 fucking thirty am? WHEN IT'S 10 DEGREES OUTSIDE?

I just don't understand these people. I mean, don't get me wrong...I totally admire their drive and determination...but please. Sleep in. Be crazy. Stay in bed till 7. I mean, what's the hurry? Really? Leave the good treadmills for those of us who really only have 30 mins or so to play around with, and who do still have to go to work.

I just don't get it.

And for the record, I DIDN'T get a good treadmill. I mean, I could have run ahead of them and beat them to the room..because I guarantee you, that's one group of people I could beat in a race. But, I have some tact (some)...and decided to be graceful about it.

Hmph. Old people. They're funny creatures.