Hang up and exercise

There are quite a few people at my gym that are way more important than I'll ever be. I mean, they can't even get thirty minutes in without a call. Seems like an awful life. What? Those people meant to be on the phone? Oh. Wow. What an awful life.

I can totally understand taking a cell along for an around the neighborhood kinda jog. You never know when a water hole cover might be loose and collapse under your weight. (Yes, that was me. I wasn't really running, but easily could've been, which would've made it much, much worse. It's always been one of my rules not to step on those things and the one time I broke that rule, I proved that I wasn't a complete lunatic for having it in the first place.)

But the gym? Doesn't seem like a great idea to bench press and talk on your cell. Though, you can pretty much guarantee at any given moment that you can grunt, "Yo, Rocky. Get da bar." and some muscle bound, spandex wearing, balding 40 year old will reach over and pluck that bar right off your chest with a pinky as you continue your convo on your cell phone.

What are those people trying to prove? That they can multi-task in the worst possible way imaginable? And, really, why do I think my workout is better sans cell phone? Is the waterfall of sweat cascading over my large-ish forehead ending as a scented pool in my sports bra my reward? Perhaps it's my toned-ish thighs from riding my boyfriend (aka the elliptical). Nah, it's gotta be the fact that in case I'm being chased I'll actually have a chance of getting away due to the increased lung capacity and fine tuned muscles that real exercise provides. Those chatterboxes will be so oblivious that they'll be timing the call to their fave pizza joint so the delivery wo/man pulls up at the exact moment their "run" is over.