It’s Day One of the month-long triathlon challenge, so this morning I woke up late (f*ck) and headed to the gym for a swim. I need to start waking up earlier, because halfway through my planned thirty minutes the pool was full. I get self-conscious practicing the front crawl when there is more than one other person in the pool because, like I’ve said before, I end up looking like a retarded baby whale missing a flipper. To avoid potential embarrassment, I did the breaststroke instead.
Laps done, I exited the pool and headed for the showers. The shower stall walls are made of slightly opaque glass, although I’m beginning to think the opaque part is the result of soap scum build-up. Anyhoo, I’m rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when I glance over at the wall on the right and notice that my silhouette looks a bit weird. I take a closer look and am further perplexed as I know my boob doesn’t look like that. Then I realize I’m actually seeing a clear outline of the woman in the stall next to mine. My brain screams ‘ABORT, ABORT!!’ so I look away, hurriedly finish my shower routine and get the hell out of there.
What I couldn’t understand is why the woman chose that stall. There are ten stalls, five on each side of the room. When I jumped in my stall there was only one other person using the showers. This woman had eight stalls at her disposal but she chose the one next to mine. Maybe it’s because I’m a little sensitive about my personal space being violated, but I always move at least one stall over if I can. This woman obviously doesn’t have personal space issues. Either that or she was trying to get a look at my chichis. WTF!
On that note, I’d like to wish you all a painless and hopefully violation-free week ahead. I’ll catch up with you all when I can.