Because I've gained a few wee pounds (oh lets say about THIRTY since I left high school), I've joined a new gym. I had previously avoided Curves because I labeled it "the middle-aged lady gym." Not only am I now the middle-aged lady, but I'm also the middle aged CHUBBY lady who needs to try something new. So I broke our budget rule (you'll find I do this more often than not) and joined Curves (even though I have a fully paid for gym membership from my current employer).
So far, I'm surprisingly into it. I felt a bit dorky jumping around on the little "recovery" platforms but you get over it. Here's my problem. It's a new Curves, so a lot of the new members are total rookies to a gym. They stand and stare at a machine in wonder for a few seconds before tentatively getting on and then pausing again. Then when the speaker tells everyone to change machines because they've barely done a repetition or two they continue working out BEYOND the time allotted and then slooowly pull their bodies off the machine even though you're clearly waiting for it. For those of you who don't go to Curves, this is a bad thing. It's comparable to leisurely filling up your gas tank at Costco, and then taking fifteen minutes to get your ass back into the car when you KNOW there's a ten-car line waiting behind you.
This same lady keeps doing this to me! The first time I politely and sympathetically smiled at and went around her, doubling back later to get the machines I missed because she wouldn't move off of them in time. I was mildly annoyed that she didn't acknowledge my inconvenience but gave her the benefit of the doubt (and no, she's not that old and she's perfectly agile...she's just trying to sneak in more time on the machine!). But then it happenned again today, so I'm becoming perilously close to giving her "the stink eye." For those of us born and bred in the islands, you know whipping out the stink eye is about the same as pushing your sweet little old grandmother down the stairs, so I'm trying to avoid doing it...for now.