Working out with the BIG Boys

I had no intentions of going to work out yesterday, in fact I had cozy sweat pants on when the idea was proposed to me.  So off to the University I went in the rain.  But in a car, so really, what do I have to complain about ?

There was some quality tv so that encouraged me to stay on the machines for a while.  When I was ready for stretching, I did so smack dab in the middle of the floor.  Classy.  But the only choice !  They are renovating and the normal stretching abs area no longer exists for the time being.  I was near the entrance with this BIG guy with a black bandanna and a large beard enters.  He doesn't have a card (for swiping, to prove that you are allowed to be there.)  When this happens to me, I'm turned away.  Hands down.  Mercilessly.  Well, once my smile got me in but after that they cracked down.  He just said he was a Roughrider, the girl turned to her co-worker, he nodded and Mr. Roughrider was allowed to 'do his lift', as he claimed he must.

As he walked by me, I told him he was lucky. In a genuine way, not a snarky way.  He acknowledged my existence with a subtle movement of his head.  So I talked to a local celebrity !  Except that I don't know his name.  I looked around, ie. I snapped out of oblivion, and realized that in the relatively empty gym, there were 4 possibile Roughriders.  It was confirmed to me that they were indeed all Roughriders.  So there you go.  I worked out with the Roughriders.  Maybe we can be friends.  Maybe they'll give me tips for huge muscles !  Ha !  Imagine me with huge muscles.  I think I need not worry that they will be hogging my weights :)