Jenny On the Spot

I did it again… I can’t use that phrase without singing it anymore.

See my previous post, about The Weight Room.

This time I was able to garner true humiliation. I didn’t just startle my own self.

THIS time, a fella was at the contraption next to me - squirting and wiping it down after use (like a responsible, sweaty machine-user should)… when I did that grunty-breathy thing. Apparently, it was loud enough for him to be concerned that he might have squirted me instead of his intended machine. With down-cast eyes, and red cheeks I replied, “No, I just emoted.”

Thankfully, that was my last torture machine for the morning. I quickly headed to the treadmill, and cranked up my Shuffle…