Skinny Ankles

I'm not exactly what you would call a 'fit' person. But I do enjoy the fitness on a regular basis. It's a work in progress for me, this journey we call health. I gym it up often. I run (not quickly). I elliptical (like a machine). I lift (and have shaky muscles). I do squats (complaining the whole time). Though I have much farther to go to reach my personal fitness goals, I am happy to say that I am at least doing something. Which let me tell you- two(ish) years ago was something I could not say. So 'woot woot' for me.

Anyway....

It seems like some of my more interesting/funny/awkward interactions are at the gym. I don't know what it is about that place. It's like when you're looking your worse, and smelling your worst, and sweating your most, people flock to you. Um- I put a lot of effort into looking good most days, so why is it when I look like Hades, do I get the most conversation. Why, world. Why?

While at the gym yesterday, in the middle of leg presses ah thank you, an elderly women approached me. In her defense, we do know each other outside of good ol' Gym 24. But the exchange was nothing short of hilarious. It went something like this.

Fort he sake an anonymity, we'll call her Blara.

Blara: Emily- it's so good to see you here doing something.

Emily: Yeah! I'm here pretty often. Really trying to get healthier. I've been pretty good about it for the last year or so.

Blara: Good for you. Because you have such a pretty face.

Emily: Oh. Well. Thanks. Now I'm just working on the rest..... cricket, cricket, cricket.

Blara: Do it while you're young. Because when you're old like me, it's not as easy. And you have such a pretty face.

Emily: Insert awkard laugh and.... Cricket. Cricket. Cricket.

A few minutes later...

Blara: Keep at it Emily. Because you really have a pretty face.

Emily: Thanks again, Blara. Cricket. Cricket. Cricket.

Blara: At least you have nice legs. Look at those skinny ankles!

Emily: Yep- they're svelte from carrying around the rest of me.

Blara: Look at those skinny ankles....

So interwebs, I'm happy to report that not only did I walk away from the gym yesterday with a few more miles logged into the books and a few more pounds lifted, but I now know that my skinny ankles and pretty face really do leave their mark in this world.

So no need to call me Emily anymore. From now on I'll be answering to Skinny Anlkes, ah thank you!