It’s been an pretty eventful week at the gym kittens. So eventful that I was inspired to write this amazing post for my friends over at Boozey.
I don’t want to give away any of the details, and frankly I need some page views over at that site. So click thru and read about when it’s “ok” to flirt with a girl at the gym… (basically it’s not, but you know I didn’t make it THAT simple.)
So today at the gym I was doing “Renegade Rows” (aka satan and planks had a spawn child during a threesome with dumbbell rows and oh-god-I-think-I-might-die.) On my third set the sweat was literally dripping down my face, and off the tip of my nose.
Despite the deep burring in my abs, quads, back, arms, legs, ears, and anything else attached to my body the sweat tickled.
I tried exhaling sharply to get it to fly off of there, but no luck.
So on my next rep I tried a sharp nose inhale.
This resulted in my snorting what felt like a freaking full cup of sweat up my schnoz, which caused me to break into this frantic sneezing fit.
I sneezed 8 times. I also fell over, curled in the fetal position and broke out into the giggles between sneezes.
In the middle of the “man” section of the gym.
On the floor.
You’re welcome to everyone who just stood there and started at me. For once I was the most entertaining person at the gym.