Obviously, with a title like that, this blog post contains a serious rant. But before we get to that, letâ€™s all gaze adoringly at my lovely lunch:
That, my friends, is an arugula salad topped with kidney beans, baked polenta, and tabbouli (a pre-made kind from Costco).
Dare I say this salad was perfect? Because it was. The flavorful arugula base, especially combined with the tabbouli, meant I didnâ€™t even need dressing.
Lunch was on the light side because before my workout, I had an English muffin with almond buttah:
Soâ€¦ I guess youâ€™re wondering how to make me hate your guts. Itâ€™s quite simple, really. Just put me in a confined space and make me listen to other peopleâ€™s inane conversations at a loud volume.
I wanted to mix it up by working out at the gym today, and between 15 minutes on the stairmaster and 15 minutes on the elliptical, I was having a lovely, sweaty timeâ€¦ Until a dude started to yammer on his cell phone next to me. Loudly. VERY loudly. So loudly that I could hear him over my earbuds, which were blasting Adam Lambert (Whatdya want from me? Whatdya want from me?).
I seriously thought I was going to burst a blood vessel. Iâ€™m not sure why, but talking on cell phones at the gym annoys me SO much.
There are several instances where it is, in fact, appropriate to talk on your cell phone at the gym:
- â€œHello, Representative from Company XYZ that I recently interviewed with for a super awesome job position. What, I got the job? Fabulous! Please hold on for a minute while I step away from the treadmillâ€¦â€
- â€œHi, Husband. Youâ€™ve called me three times now so I figured it was an emergency and should pick upâ€¦. What? We won the lottery/someone is dying/the house is on fire?! Iâ€™ll get right home!â€
- Hello, dearest friend who is 8 months, 3 weeks months pregnant. Youâ€™re in labor at the very instant?! Let me rush to the hospital right nowâ€¦â€
You get my drift. I totally understand the need to have your cell on your body at all times (because how I am suppose to keep up with Twitter otherwise?), but seriouslyâ€¦ you do not need to talk on your phone at the gym for any length of time. The gym is a place to work out and relax, not be subjected to other peopleâ€™s ramblings. Furthermore, I wonder how effectively these cell-talkers are actually working out when they focus more on gabbing than the task at hand.
Side note: I do not mind friends talking to each other at the gym. Thatâ€™s fine with me. Itâ€™s the cell phones that make me want to punch a wall.
Please respond â€“ am I being completely unreasonable? Insane? Hormonal? (OK, maybe a littleâ€¦) Or do cell phones at the gym make your blood boil, too?