I joined the local gym on Saturday. I swear it isn't because of the new year. I just haven't been exercising in about 6 weeks due to the cold weather and a bunch of laziness, so it was time to join, and there was money in the account.
Our local gym is a no-name brand kind of gym. There is no pool. It is located in a run-down building. The walls are covered with this board with a bunch of holes because that is where the former owners used to display clothing/racks. Apparently the bathrooms are a complete dive, but I use the toilet at my house before I leave so I haven't had to step foot in there yet. The equipment is kind of dirty. And...the weight limit on the treadmills is 275. What the heck? So, ultra fat people don't need to use a treadmill? Seriously people, that is so lame! They should have at least one heavy-duty treadmill, don't you think? This is one of the reasons I hate gyms, they aren't made for people who REALLY need a gym.
Anyway. Harold and I descend upon the gym this morning bright and early, despite our lack of sleep from a 9 year old with a stomachache. I get my tired butt onto a treadmill and about 15 minutes into the workout the machine stops cold turkey. I was busy busting a move to my new "workout" playlist on H's iPod when all of a sudden, SLAM, BAM, Thank you Ma'am. The error code was E6. Do you think that means ultra-heavy chick has worn out the belt on the treadmill? I have no idea, I didn't ask, and I didn't like it.
So, I hop over to a different treadmill because there are plenty available because, despite this being the first Monday of the new year, apparently not very many people in Payson, Utah have resolved to exercise more this year (at least not at my gym). There I am, walking along on the second treadmill of the day, and it feels "off." Kinda of out of balance, leaning towards the right.
I don't know about you, but I have to SERIOUSLY concentrate when walking on a treadmill. If I don't, I'll go flying off and that would get pretty ugly. So my concentration has to be kicked up to a whole new level because of the leaning treadmill of pizza (yes, that is one of the reasons why I have to use the dang machine in the first place).
Thankfully, out of the other three people on the treadmills, two were overweight. This makes me feel a little bit better. But one of the guys did give me the "what did you do" look when my treadmill gave me the E6 error. Seriously dude, you are the same size as me, don't look at me that way! Maybe the E6 error means "hey girl, you aren't going to want to walk next to the dude on your right, when he gets his 30 minutes in on the treadmill he gets ultra stinky...move away...ASAP!" So there.