Martin Newland explains why in the National Post, 06/02/01...<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>This last is the aspect of working out I will miss most. Typical gymgoers break down roughly into the following categories. Seeing them gathered in the same room is always a treat.<P>The neanderthal<P>The trophy couple<P>The gay<P>The ghost<P>The bored, middle-aged housewife <P>The child <P>The fatty<HR></BLOCKQUOTE><BR><a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/search/story.html?f=/stories/20010206/465815.html: target="blank"><B>more...</B></a><P>[This message has been edited by Marie, please refer to the linked article for content (edited February 08, 2001).]<BR><p>[This message has been edited by Marie (edited February 08, 2001).]

The only times I have been in a gym was during a stay at a hotel and I went to the gym to give myself a barre - and what I noticed the most from the people around me was the grunting......the endless grunting. After so many years of being so carefully taught the dancers never make a sound - it looked like grunting might be fun.

Grunting in the gym is extremely important! One aspect of working out is that a lot of people forget to breathe while they are doing maximum exertion, such as lifting a heavy weaight, doing lots of sautes, etc. During my trapeze training forgetting to breathe was a very common problem. My teacher used to get us to recite nursery rhymes while we were practicing. You could recite nursery rhymes while in the gym, but grunting is more macho. I haven't tried grunting during ballet class; methinks that Miss would not be appeciative.

That writer hit it on the nose. Of course, none of the people he described will be offended. He forgot to mention their functional illiteracy. Like, ya know, what I mean, like, yeah, ya know what I'm sayin', like awesome buff, man, show me your gootchie, baby, yeah ...

Besides the grunting, I also noticed how many trips are made to the water fountain and/or water bottle. I have literally seen people in the gym drink water every couple of minutes, of sooner. <P> They would never make it through a ballet.

Right Christina - sort of like the corner of Bourbon and St. Peter the night of Lundy Gras?<BR>

I dunno -- I usually use that time to pull down the shades, ignore the pandemonium, and do some spring cleaning or good reading or try a new dish. You must be thinking of Stuart.

Hey, did someone mention my name, like well, as long as I get respect, you dig. Say, who dis Lundy Gras. I dunno him, but i hope he's like cool. Totally.

Sounds like Stuart has been sippin on those Hurricanes on Bourbon St., French Quarter, Neuva Awleens, Loosianna. <P>Where the jazz blows cool and de breeze blows hot.

Lundy Gras is that cool cat who arrives the day before his cousin, Mardi Gras. But you KNEW that, you sly devil. After all, cher, da bayou is a state of mind. Speaking of which, it's time for everyone to start boning up on yelling, "Throw me somethin' mistah!" <P>Later dahlins.<P>

Lundy? Is that a dance, lol? What happened to Lund<B>i</B>? Too much drinky?

I think you dance the "Lindi" after too much "drinki." <P>C'mon youse guys -- cut me some slack, I just moved an 8 foot sofa up to the second floor with ropes this morning. <P>I know you're all going to be there for me this weekend at the yard sale, and then to wet mop the new place and hose down the air conditioners and scrub the World War II stove, etc. -- just like you were all there at the coffee last month. Right?????<P>I could really use all you buff bodies this Sat and Sun -- oh no, don't all volunteer at once ... <P>Anyone interested in a turn of the century rolltop? <P>(What was this thread, anyway?)

I'll be there Christina. After all, I was crowned "Miss Mop n' Glo 88"

Hmmmph.<P>As <I>I</I> recall, not all of us were invited to the coffee last month. . . .

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!<P>Could I make it up to you, could I, could I, could I?