The Big Gym

I was peddling away in the ladies gym this teatime when my friend appeared, she doesn't usually come to the gym on a Friday so it was a nice surprise. She had brought two pairs of headphones with her and declared that we were going to venture into "The Big Gym" where you can watch TV. We hopped on a treadmill each and I walked my second mile of the day whilst watching somebody doing something to a bowl of spinach. I will certainly walk or cycle for longer with the TV and music channels to watch but I toddled back to the ladies gym to use the weight machines rather than try and figure out how to use the unfamiliar ones in "The Big Gym". My friend stayed there as she was doing her cardio routine but later she pointed out that "The big gym is full of big sweaty blokes!" It makes me giggle every time I picture it. Of course we ladies don't sweat, we just glow. I was still "glowing" quite a bit when I called in for petrol on the way home. Darling Daughter was with me as she had been to Funky Fitness; she waited until I had been in and paid for the petrol before pointing out that my hair was wet and stuck up on end.