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Mar. 17th, 2014 | 12:28 am

As evidenced by going to the gym on Sunday, my former Day of Hedonism.

I went running yesterday afternoon and did also manage to make it to the gym today. And since there were literally two other people there, I had free reign of all the weights and the squat machine and wasn't rushed. So that felt like a victory, especially when my weekends of late have often consisted of only eating, drinking, and being idle. But I'm not perfect. I did not remember to pack soap in my gym bag. And I was absolutely committed to showering at the gym, rather than feeling gross and sweaty while trekking back home.

So I followed the example of a very memorable older man I frequently encountered back at the Duke gym I used for years. This guy, who was maybe in his late 60s at the time, had a bit of an unusual locker room routine. He never brought his own soap, so he'd always head for the shower room, hang up his towel, turn on one of the spigots in the prison-style* open shower room, and then totter back to a sink. He would pump the hand soap dispenser probably 20 or 25 times, until he had a mini-lake of liquid soap in a cupped double handful, then totter back to the shower and use that to wash himself.

I considered it more than a little quirky at the time, but ... sometimes you don't have soap and you need it. So today, I decided that old guy was a pretty smart cookie. After disrobing I weighed myself on the scale, hung up my towel and got two double handfuls of liquid hand soap for my shower. It was awkward but I made it into a stall**, shut the door, and turned the water on. And ... it wouldn't get warm; I think the handle was stuck such that I couldn't turn it far enough to get hot water. At this point I was starting to drip soap but thought I could slip into another shower quickly. Of course Shower Stall #2 also had a sticky handle that wouldn't allow me to turn on the water at all. I mean, I could probably have negotiated it under normal circumstances, but this was anything but. The comedy continued as I tottered naked over to Shower Stall #3 with my towel in my mouth and starting to spill liquid soap on the floor, mentally cursing myself for not following Old Man's example and turning on the water first. I only had about 40% of my soap remaining by then, but that one actually worked. The things I do for fitness and cleanliness.

In other news: after said run yesterday I had texted Melisa to congratulate her on finishing a half-marathon, over double the distance I ran. She invited me out to Ghibellina to celebrate, so I met her, Lajuan, Jen, Tobi, and Jose there. We had some beers and happy hour pizzas and enjoyed the day. Which then turned into some of us going to JR's to meet David J., then taking a cab to Georgetown to crash a birthday party at the fanciest bowling alley I've ever seen. It was an amusing evening, but we were disappointed that there were no nachos or pitchers of beer. Isn't this America?!

* Seriously the most unnecessary layout ever. I'm not modest, but some folks are, and worse: it's kind of gross when your used shower water comingles with that of other gym users at your feet. I wear flip flops in there, but still grosses me out. Even half-walls between each shower would be a significant improvement.

** My current gym has a much better shower layout, thankfully.

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from: musicpsych
date: Mar. 17th, 2014 08:53 am (UTC)

I love when the gym is empty like that. Going to the gym would be so much easier if it weren't for all of the other people there.

I agree about the shower water co-mingling. I remember some college dorm showers being that way, and that always was a bit unsettling.

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from: silverthief2
date: Mar. 17th, 2014 08:41 pm (UTC)

If I can manage to work out either before work or in the early afternoon, it is usually very quiet. But life isn't always that permissive.

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