The Gym

So this morning at the gym, french woman number 1 (guilty of walking on the treadmill EVERY MONDAY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY- when I want to run- how rude) brought in her little girl to the gym. How cute. Mommy and me time. NO. THE GYM IS NO PLACE FOR INFANTS. This little girl was around 7 so maybe she wasn't an infant, but I still thought it was totally inappropriate. And I sat there wishing I could be like "children in the gym? tsk tsk."
I really wished the evil towel man (the man who yelled at me for not carrying around a towel) was there because he is very strict with the gym rules and I am SURE he would have enforced this one. But no. He wasn't. And this mother bought her daughter a flavored WATER (not even juice) and then started her walking on treadmill regime. Meanwhile, this girl was 1. standing next to the bikes looking around. 2. then stared at me while I did the rowing machine and even asked her mom if she could try it- when her mom said no- she just stared and smiled at me. Comment dit-on GO AWAY in french? I actually don't know how to say it. I guess I've never had to use it.
Anyway, totally inappropriate gym mother was driving me crazy. She then brought her daughter to the other room while she did weights while her daughter stood next to her. She even had the nerve to take the machine I was about to use- oh no you didnt lady. But whatever, I was the bigger person and went to the other room to do yoga. and the lady left. She wasn't there for very long HA. Maybe she learned her lesson.
French people at the gym are VERY STRANGE (they are strange in general- besides Beatrice who is SO COOL.) The other day, someone winked at me when I handed him a towel to wipe the treadmill he grabbed just as I was done sweating all over it. No french person, we are not friends just because we both go to the gym. No winking, no smiling.
They also wear really weird work out clothes. I wish I could take a picture and share it because it is just so strange. French woman number 1 (mentioned above) wears the same thing (probably because WALKING on the treadmill does NOT make you SWEAT). Its a weird longggg black vest, black pants, and a white shirt. Same thing, same vest, everytime.
And don't get me started on the french love for aasics. That, I will never understand.

Anyway, my classes are wrapping up. I handed in a final yesterday, I have two finals tomorrow. One tuesday, and I'm home free. Except for the whole still going to be living in France thing.

:)