Shenanagyms

There's this woman at our gym who I call Tinkerbell (not to her face - just in a bitchy way in my own head). The nickname came about the first time I saw her run backwards on the treadmill - yes, you did read that right. Why would you even come up with the idea to try something like that? I think it helps her see who is watching her.

She obviously is/was a dancer and is very supple. Which she like to show everyone. One of her more disturbing habits is stretching on the treadmill (not while it's moving). She likes to bend down to touch the ground with her legs straight. Which makes her very short shorts ride up and give us all a most unbecoming display. We are left in no doubt this woman has had a Brazilian. Not something we needed to know.

Tinkerbell spends hours at the gym every day. Seriously, she's always there when we arrive and still there when we leave. No matter what time or what day we go. Maybe she's stalking us and manages to arrive just before we do? Or maybe she lives in the changing rooms - they're pretty comfortable with the sauna, steam room, television, lounging chair thingies, hair dryers, ghds...

But you never really see her do anything. She'll get on the treadmill, walk for a minute or two, treat us all to her stretching display, maybe throw in a quick backwards run for good measure and then just wander off again. Or you'll see her wander past with a couple of weights in her hand, and then wander back and put them on the rack.

Maybe it's just that in the winter, the gym is a warmer place to be than living in Neverland with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.