Karma

Our last gym visit was quite interesting!  We've been going for about 2 months now.  Our usual routine is:

• we arrive and pick out our treadmill
• i walk fast, the mexican runs
• i try and talk to him while he is running
• he tells me to stop talking to him because he is running
• i stay on the tread mill and he moves on to weights

Ok, so the other day we were on the tread mills.  I'm walking really fast, sweating, talking to him as usual.  I started making fun of some men that were over in the free weight section.  I was telling my husband, "oh my gosh! they sound like they are giving birth over there!  Really, if they need to make all of those grunting and moaning sounds while lifting weights, dont you think they should lower the amount?"  The Mexican was running so as usual  he did not comment, but i knew he was listening.  I continued on.... "get ready here comes the next contraction!"  All of  a sudden, The Mexican busted out laughing as.......... we heard another moan!

I was so excited that I got a reaction out of him! I started to laugh too and not paying attention to my work out and how fast I needed to walk....... I must have slowed down (not a good thing) as I lost my balance and shot backwards landing on my back end!  I'm sure I looked like I had just been thrown out of a sling shot!  Glad I didn't injure myself (plenty of cushion here, so no worries) or worse, someone else.

This ladies and gentlemen is............. KARMA at its finest!