And this is what happened yesterday.
I was on the treadmill. Had been for precisely 8 minutes. Huffing and puffing away. When I happened to glance at my neighbor’s face. Ok. I had seen her somewhere. I screwed up my eyes in deep concentration. Yes. Yes. Visions of a long, hideous bindi floated in front of my eyes. Of course! She was in one of those many soaps where a screechy woman would make life unbearable for the docile D-I-L of the family. She was one of those screechy women.
I suddenly realized I’d been staring at her. So I offered a smile. That’s when another curvaceous actor floated up. ( No. I couldn’t place her. I always remember faces. I just don’t remember where I’ve seen them – another post on that later).
“How much time?” said the curvaceous actor, obviously in desperate need of a treadmill.
“5 more minutes” I puffed
“At least 50” said screechy woman. “ I started only 15 minutes back”.
The curvaceous actor floated away, visibly disappointed.
I was impressed with screechy woman.
“An hour on the treadmill?” I asked. “That’s awesome”.
She looked at me with distaste. Heavy women, puffing away at the treadmill obviously displeased her aesthetic senses.
But I was very interested in her gym routine. I need to lose weight. Here was this woman who, I was sure, kept track of each gram added or subtracted from her body. Hmmmm. Lots to learn. I could do an hour on the treadmill. If I broke it up into 4 sessions of 10 minutes each with a 5 minute break in between! Yes. Do-able.
“An hour on the treadmill.Yes, I guess that would be enough to get me back into shape” I said chummily, happily building mental images of shopping lists crammed with new, smaller, sexier clothes.
“No, that’s not enough. You need to follow it up with at least half an hour of cross training and an hour of weights. I don’t know. With your butt, you might need more.”
Ah, well! That eliminates screechy woman from my possible list of gym buddies.