Bad noises at the gym.

I wandered in to the gym last week without an ounce of desire to be there, but since I crumbled under the girls' pestering to "play" at the gym, I figured I would make it look good.

I slipped on my headphones, adjusted my mp3 player to something that seemed appropriate to a fake workout mode and threw myself back on the exercise ball to stretch. With muscles aching and bones popping, I lolled in a bad imitation of a bridge.

Ahhhh...that was nice, I was wondering how long I could stay there before someone called the paramedics. With my head teetering above the ground a weird sound filtered around the music blaring in my ears. I wrinkled my brow and glanced around.

No one was looking at me and I couldn't determine where it was coming from, so I pulled one earphone and listened to see if I could hear it again.

Then it came again.

OMG! It sounded like someone was having sex.

I sat up on my exercise ball quickly, more than willing to forgo my body's punishment and find out who was making these god-awful sex noises.

I casually saunter around the machines looking surreptitiously for the grunting & groaning moaner. I reach the farthest end of the gym where this 60+, white headed hippie was in the process of a squat when he let out this intense, guttural groan that made me blush.

I hurried away, snickering under my breath. I guess when I get that age, stuff like might me feel that way...who knows.