At the gym: May 2007 Archives

So, I'm at the gym, a prisoner to the treadmill for another 15 minutes and in the middle of a jam session with my favorite song from the Thriller album, "Wanna be startin' something."

I'm in the second chorus of "Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa," (And yes, I'm the one at the gym next to you singing on the treadmill. You know you want to sing along with Michael Jackson) when I see one of the thinnest women I've ever seen.

I knew this was going to happen. My lack of coordination was bound to catch up with me sometime.