Okay, Day 10 at the gym. I pretty much have the routine down. Except for the pool, since I only do that once a week.
AAAAHHHHH. The pool. On a Friday afternoon. NO ONE else was there except Rob and I. It was so relaxing!
So, after a few laps and feeling completely wonderful (10 minutes in the jacuzzi will do that) and chatting with hubby, I start to exit the pool area.
Chat chat chat... (that's me...never shut up)...chat chat chat... (blindly following hubby, like a sheep...)
THAT'S not where I meant to go!
I back up QUCKLY out of the MEN'S SHOWER ROOM!
Yes, that's right, I chatted my way into complete embarrassment. Rob thought it was HILARIOUS. The pool attendants practically fell off of their chairs.
But, being 43, not 13, I nonchalantly went to the WOMEN'S door and exited the pool area. Then I turned bright pink. :)
Unbelievably, the NEXT time I visited the pool, I almost did the SAME thing! Freudian perhaps? ;) It was only the sound of baa-ing in my ear (from a most helpful husband who reads this blog) that stopped me in my tracks and had me backing up to the women's door! :) Honestly, you can't take me anywhere! :)