Last night at my lovely place of work, the Jewish Community Center gym (no I'm not Jewish, nor have I ever been, or plan on being), we had a major storm pass through.
In any other part of the country, people would probably have run for cover, or at the very least, stopped working out. In the midwest, we either a) don't care, b) are crazy, c) have a death wish, or d) all the above, because guess what? After we made the announcement that the tornado sirens were going off, and everyone needed to go to the safe zone, these people were upset. Yes, you heard me right. Upset that they couldn't work out during a tornado. Seriously.
First of all, who wants to work out so badly that they would risk bodily harm to get it done?? Not me, that's who. I usually find any excuse necessary to keep from sweating. Such as, "Oh sorry, I just walked from my car, so I think I'm good." Or, "I would love to, but I have to do laundry. All my workout clothes are dirty...weird."
What's more bizarre, is that people continued to come to the gym. Like they looked outside, saw eminent danger, and decided it would be a great time to get their ab workout in.
I'm just as baffled as you are.
Also, gym members were calling in to check on their children, who they left at the gym during a tornado. I don't have children, but if I did, I'm 65% sure I wouldn't do that.
Okay, so maybe a tornado never actually hit us. But it very well could have, and then where would you be? Twice up the barrel, and once down the side, that's where. (Thanks, Eli.)
All I'm asking, friends, is possibly look at the forecast before heading to the gym, or anywhere else. This is what technology is for. That, and Facebook.
-Blank You Very Much
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