Posted
on Wed, May 9, 2012 at 12:41 PM
Chewing gum and flipping through a magazine while you walk at a 2.0 pace on that treadmill will do nothing but piss the rest of us off that are running as if armed rapists are chasing behind us. And to a particular girl who rudely talks over instructors as they explain moves/sequences, don't be hatin' that I can follow at the instructors pace, do exactly as they ask and kick ass. Your constant yapping, turning around to stare at me while I work out only makes you look like more of a arm-swinging over-tanned twit. I know I have above average cardio, but I don't make a show of it. I show up, do my thing, and leave. You seem to make an issue of my very presence at every class, it seems. I'm sorry that my presence rattles your self-confidence. Is it horrifying to you that skinny doesn't equal being fit? Whatever. I'll just smile next time you glare at me and take it as a compliment. Oh, and BTW, SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN A INSTRUCTOR IS TALKING. Thanks. I feel better now. —Five Fingers