LAist Rants: Blood on the Gym Floor
I almost got in a fight with a 60-year-old woman at the gym the other day. It was over a treadmill. It was 7pm and not a Monday night so there weren't that many people at the Spectrum in Santa Monica. But nevertheless when I had hit 30 minutes on the treadmill, I looked around to make sure there wasn't a line of people waiting. Gym rule is that there's a 30-minute limit for the cardio machines when people are waiting. Fortunately there wasn't a line and there were even some treadmills available. So I increased the speed on the treadmill and was just running full throttle to get my Fartlek training in.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head to see this old woman, who I'll call "Bitchy Face," looking at me, and a man of equal age looking at me from over her shoulder. I slowed the treadmill down and ripped one of the ear buds out of my ear as she was talking to me. "There's a 30-minute limit when people are waiting," she said. Sure enough, as I looked around, all the other treadmills were taken. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I said genuinely. "I didn't see you there." She smiled and walked away to jump on another treadmill two spaces down, leaving her dude standing there waiting for me to get off.