in case you were wondering, i was listening to the ting tings just to mix it up.
this was fun. it gave me something to look at that was not monday night football or the bush of sweaty hair on the neck of a cyclist in front of me, a patch that looked like magnum pi's mustache after a sweltering go-round in a hot tub.
the puff ball sat quietly, watching whatever popped up in a 6-inch radius of her squishy face, muted briefly by a thumb sized hunk of rubber that she kicked out while making a face that suggested she'd had lunch at taco bell.
i suddenly became very skittish about this person laying on the floor. what if a stirup from a stationery bike whapped her in the head? what if my treadmill tipped over? what if one of those zitbacks saw the cardio sign and thought it said creatine and accidentally wandered over and stepped on her?
i was seeing danger even in the towel dangling from a handlebar 10 feet from her head. well, i thought, at least the cardio area is fairly safeish, i guess.
when the marshmallow finally whinnied, her mom jumped off the treadie to tend to her. she had toned legs, sculpted to something that rivaled mount rushmore. i'm guessing she gets these .25 mile intervals in anywhere and everywhere she can.
then the woman moved her baggage to the nautilus equipment. this made me a little more uneasy. not that a hip flexor is going to come unwelded [dewelded?] but what if the multitasking mom accidentally went max-out on the hamstring fixer and sent that car seat sailing? visions of cotton candy caught in the spokes of a rowing machine, that's what i was having.
still, the mom was closer to the ground on the nautilus equipment, and i tried to hold on to that.
THEN SHE WENT INTO THE FREE WEIGHT AREA AND I HAD TO LEAVE.
this story is not any sort of judgement on the mom. as you have probably noticed from the fact that none of my bra cups have snaps or zippers or whatever, i don't have children. but i do have a raging case of imagination.
the moral of the story is that there is not enough bubble wrap in the world for me to have children.