The Grunter

I do believe I have shared before my absolute detest of the gym. So it's no surprise that on a muggy 92 degree day, I REALLY did not want to go. I was perfectly content sitting on my bed right underneath the AC vent while watching Nip/Tuck on DVD. But this afternoon I finally motivated myself to just go and get the run over with. At least today I remembered a towel since the gym on post is so cheap they don't even provide them. Thanks guys.

I entered the front doors and walked up to the front desk where my favorite cranky employee is working. How lovely. I showed her my I.D., signed in, and entered the gym. To my surprise there were only a few people working out. I had managed to find the one time in the day where the gym was peaceful. I jumped on the elliptical and started my thirty minute count down. With my ipod blaring in my ears and my Cosmo spread out in front of me, I was actually looking forward to finishing my run. Twenty minutes down, ten more to go. That's right about the time The Grunter entered the gym.

Now the whole row of ellipticals was open and ready to be used. He could have picked any of them. But he picked the one right next to mine. I felt a little as if my gym bubble was being invaded, but with only ten minutes left I knew I could stick it out. Five minutes later.... it started. "Oh... *insert heavy breathing*.... Oh... Yeah.. Oh... Burn baby burn." He had been running for five minutes and obviously was started to feel the burn. However, I was not feeling his burn. I turned the Ipod up as loud as possible and I could STILL hear him. After another three minutes of grunting, I stopped my workout. Two minutes from the finish line. I just could no longer listen to The Grunter.