I'm no longer the dorkiest dork at the gym!
I don't think I've mentioned here how I survive my cardio workouts (since I hate them ever so much). I have to have my i-Pod blasting so I can't hear the crappy pop music the gym has playing, and I pedal with my eyes closed and (silently) sing along with my music, mouthing the words and bopping my head.
I know, I know, nothing you could say to me could be any worse than what I've called myself after glancing in the mirror while working out, trust me!
Yesterday, however, a squawk of "BREAKIN' THE LAW!! BREAKIN' THE LAW!!!!" nearly caused me to fall off my bike.
I looked to my right, and an old dude with a bandanna 'round his bald head and earbuds in his ears was furiously pedaling the recumbent bike, bopping his head and playing the AIR DRUMS, singing the chorus of the song out loud (badly!)
I officially pass my title of dorkiest gym dork to him.
Hey, at least he redeems himself in my eyes by listening to Judas Priest, could be worse, coulda been the BeeGees...