I can't help it but every day that I go to the YMCA to work out, I think of the Village People. I even start to sing a little to myself..."Workin' out at the Y M C A."
Thankfully though, I have restrained myself enough to not do the hand motions to go along with my mumblings.
The Y downtown is great, mainly because there is no pool, which equates to no rug rats. I have yet to see any little ones screeching like howler monkeys. I was afraid it was going to be one of those chatty gyms with more posing than getting in and out.
Again, it is fantastic with everyone keeping to themselves, earphones planted snuggly in ears.
Now if I can only figure out how to run on the treadmill...