So this evening I did what I often do after work, I went to the gym. I was feeling pretty strong and on the train I remember thinking I’d probably be able to run for a solid hour tonight, which is great, as my attitude tends to get me further than anything, which is pretty much the case with life in general, no?
Anyway, I got to the gym and went through the usual routine of stripping off the 5 layers of clothes I shield myself with from the blustery New York winter (which was especially cold and particularly wintry today after all that snow).
So I hung my huge down jacket on the hanger and folded up my jeans and placed them neatly in my locker. I pulled my workout gear out of my bag and on went the sports bra and the tee shirt and the proper socks. Then I reached for the jogging pants. I picked them up in front of me and slid a cold bare leg into them, right leg first, as always. As I shook the pants trying to get my leg to slide in I watched, completely detached, as a nice sized very lively German cockroach fell out of them and onto the floor.
As it scurried away into the well camouflaged berber carpet I thought briefly about where it may have come from. My apartment? I did leave the bag on the floor last night after I packed it up. My work? It was sitting on the floor there all day. Who knows. Either way I went ahead and pulled on the pants, grabbed my headphones and water and went on with my day. Can’t let these things slow ya down, right?
c’est la vie. New York New York.
A cockroach at the gym. Sounds like some of the guys that go there too.
Ick, so true.
Only thing here was that I brought the damn thing in with me.
Yuck.