Day 182: The Time a Guy Farted in the Gym and it Wasn’t Me Edition

It’s Monday, and I’m not saying that like it’s a bad thing. We are one step closer to the weekend folks! And there’s something to be said for that. Anyways, enough small talk, let’s get this sucker going so I can explain my flatulent title.

Breakfast: We bought more waffles from Publix so you know that that means: WAFFLEWICH!!!!!! I did it the right way with half a cut up banana and a little honey. It was pretty awesome and a great way to start the day. 6 points of awesomeness.

 

 

 

 

 

Lunch/Snacks: So I ran home before my internship to get some lunch. Megan, being the awesome wife she is, packed me lunch and some snacks for the afternoon. I ate my ham and spinach sandwich in the park area by the Capitol. It was awesome as always. Later, I had some cocoa coated almonds that were BOGO at Publix (holla!) Then, in the afternoon when I was fading fast, I had a Clif Bar. I bought a white chocolate macadamia nut one which was good, but I’m glad I bought some other flavors to try in the week. Everything Megan packed was 13 points.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dinner: When we got home from our respective activities for the day, Megan and I made a pot of Uncle Jim’s Chili. It’s been a while since we’ve made it so it was a welcomed meal after a long day. I ate my share. I had about 15.5 points worth which was a lot but delicious.

 

 

 

 

 

Exercise: Megan had to go to a recital tonight so I decided to hit up the gym. I was still feeling the effects of last night so I was just ready to sweat it all out. The gym was packed with meatheads and other stereotypical gym rats so I avoided out the weights. There was one treadmill left (half of them were taken up and the other half were broken) so I got on it but every time I would try to run the belt would stop on it! To avoid a Chri Farely-esc kerplunk, I decided to get off, and it was just in time too. As I was getting off my treadmill, I look over to the guy next to me (mind you he’s a thin build guy) and he’s covered in sweat but his treadmill was DRENCHED! It looked like his treadmill had just watched The Notebook and the end of Old Yeller at the same time. It was gross. That further supported my case to find another cardio activity. Anyways, I went up to the ellipticals and did a 40 minute full body interval training. So as I was finishing (with like 5 minutes to go) my elliptical session. This toxic scent wafted into my nostrils and singed many a nose hair. I mean, I know it’s a gym, so it smells funky anyways, but this was worse. Someone walked by and farted. Now, usually I don’t mind the occasional flatulence, but when you are wheezing and using your lungs to their fullest capacity, the last thing you want to do is inhale a stench that bad. Also, I have farted plenty of times on the treadmill (who hasn’t?) but I’ve never just waltzed over to someone on a bench press, farted, and then walked away. Anyways, I looked over to the girl in a look of shear terror and she reciprocates. I was quick to point out it wasn’t me. She laughed and she said “thanks for letting me know.””Well, thanks for believing me” I replied. The culprit was your typical weirdo who had a friend who wore a wool cap on the elliptical (seriously, who wears a wool cap at the gym? IN MARCH? IN FLORIDA!?!) Anyways, I burned like 600 calories and earned 9 exercise points so a good, but a bizarre night at the gym.

Snack: So after my odyssey at the gym, I was hungry but not starving. I was in this happy medium of I want something hearty but not a meal. Situations like these create awesome snacks. This was one of those days. Tonight, I created the Cinnamon Toast Wafflewich with peanut butter and honey. It was fantastic. Enough said. Only 4.5 points.

So today I got to 39 points which was bad, but with the exercise points I’m good. See ya tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

0 thoughts on “Day 182: The Time a Guy Farted in the Gym and it Wasn’t Me Edition

  1. This is so funny. I’ve had the same experience at the gym several times. It’s like the skinny guys stop near the fat person, fart then walk away. And as for the things people wear to the gym. I could write an entire blog entry. Tonight, the girl on the elliptical next to me wore a silver, metallic coat the entire 30 minutes she was on the thing. I went for 60 minutes & got extremely sweaty. I can’t imagine what it’d be like if I wore a coat. *heatStrokeInMarch*

  2. Seriously – you ate a lot of chili, and a Clif bar (excessive soy …) and it wasn’t you who farted? 😉

    The dog did it…

  3. Dear God… that’s disgusting. HOWEVER, my husband is famous for this terrible habit.

    Makes me *gag*.

    *gag*

    *gag*

    Gross…

    Sarah
    TheWeatheredWord.blogspot.com

  4. I’m dying reading this. “It looked like his treadmill had just watched The Notebook and the end of Old Yeller at the same time.” 🙂