...all the time
Yes, the little boy in the locker room at the rec center actually said this. Now, I knew he was looking at the hair dryer my daughter was dragging around the locker room bench, but I can't promise you the people in the next aisle did.
So hubby convinces me to go to the rec center for their "Get Fit Before You Sit" pre-SuperBowl workout. I was more than a bit apprehensive (apparently the promise of end-zone dancing and best cheer didn't send up as many red flags for hubby as it did for me) and reserved the right to leave if it was lame. We dropped the girls off in the baby sitting room and rushed into our sneakers (no outside shoes allowed in the gym) and in we went. We were greeted by the backs of about 30 people in street clothes, including coats, who weren't moving at all. Quite motivating. We worked our way farther in, just a little, to find a somewhat older woman wearing a pink Giants t-shirt (new team colors for 07-08?) and sporting her Britney Spears headgear so she could instruct the handful of middle-aged women and the 20 or so tweens in cheerleader uniforms. Oh, and the one lone thirty-something guy. We left. But wanting to workout anyway, we went up to the track, which is conveniently elevated over the periphery of the gym, so as to provide a birds-eye view of the "workout" we had just left. We were just in time to observe the "bubble wrap stomp" as we walked briskly around the track. We also got a nice show when the "run fast enough to keep this paper plastered against your chest" portion of the workout took place. I remarked to hubby that this was the perfect workout. Entertainment at the expense of unknowing others while we burn calories.
Hey Carly, think I'll get any hits from the title of this post??