Y, Y, Y!

Why do people not control their wild-ass children in the pool at the Y?

Why do people let their children roam free around said Y pool?

Why do people let their children scream incessantly in the same pool?

Why did a young, unattended child feel the need to sit on the edge of the hot tub and talk to me non-stop for five minutes?

Why did a man choose a swimsuit that looks like boxershorts minus the fly?

Why did the previously mentioned man kneel on the bench in the hot tub suspiciously close to one of the jets and remain there for several minutes?

Why can I not manage to put my hair up in a manner that will keep it from getting soaked in overly-chlorinated water?

Why did I think it was a good idea to try to run with my knees coming up out of 3.5 foot water for several minutes?

Why can't the yucky arm-flappy stuff under arms disappear when one diets?

Why am I freakishly obsessed with water aerobics all of a sudden?

WH

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How Depressing

How it can be possible that "riding" 3 miles in 20 minutes on one of those recumbant bikes burns less than 100 calories even when you use one of those pre-programmed routes and ramp up the incline thing a notch. I mean, seriously, that should be worth like 300 calories at LEAST.

This fitness thing is starting to piss.me.off.

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