Spring cannot get here soon enough. Yes, I want the warmth, the birds singing and the flowers blooming, but most of all, I want more early morning daylight so I can get out of the gym every day. My gym at work used to be a nice quiet place, only a few people at the absurdly early hour I get there. For some reason, in the past week, there are suddenly four other regular women at that time. Evidently they moved some folks into our building from the one across the street (which has its own gym). They aren’t really in my way though; there are enough lockers and space so we have blended well. I welcome the greater diversity on the gym floor too!
But what’s driving me bonkers right now is the music piped onto the floor…it’s rap and wailing women – every day this week -- and it’s cutting right through my skin. I can cover it with my iPod during my workout (sacrificing some hearing when I’m 80 no doubt), but the locker room – where it seems even louder – is another story. It’s hard to dress, do hair and makeup with earbuds and device in place. It’s actually a relief to turn my blow dryer on.
The gym is not staffed in the early morning, so there is no-one to ask to change the station – and they wisely lock us out of doing it ourselves. That’d just be war. Usually the music goes in cycles, none so long that you go mad. I get that as much as I despise this particular music, there are those who love it. How about just a little variety though? Mixed genres. Surely that can’t be a novel concept for a gym. Or maybe an antidote – like country music – how come I never hear a week of country?
But what’s driving me bonkers right now is the music piped onto the floor…it’s rap and wailing women – every day this week -- and it’s cutting right through my skin. I can cover it with my iPod during my workout (sacrificing some hearing when I’m 80 no doubt), but the locker room – where it seems even louder – is another story. It’s hard to dress, do hair and makeup with earbuds and device in place. It’s actually a relief to turn my blow dryer on.
The gym is not staffed in the early morning, so there is no-one to ask to change the station – and they wisely lock us out of doing it ourselves. That’d just be war. Usually the music goes in cycles, none so long that you go mad. I get that as much as I despise this particular music, there are those who love it. How about just a little variety though? Mixed genres. Surely that can’t be a novel concept for a gym. Or maybe an antidote – like country music – how come I never hear a week of country?