My my, what a furore! We go away for a few days, and come back to find ourselves pelted... and all over a few mock air punches at the gym.
Dear readers, you seem to have rather missed the entire point of the last entry and the column in the paper. That being that I myself am a self-confessed frontline gym bunny, proud of it, proud of other gym bunnies, friends with other gym bunnies and proud of the people in the corner for their perseverance. (Re-read the entry, this time with your intelligence buttons turned ON). And that despite her raised eyebrows and smitchy comments, so is Trisha - think about it, she wouldn't be writing so zealously about gym behaviour if she herself wasn't hanging out there so very often.
And we love it most for the drama found within the whole gym scenario... as has been evidenced in its spillover onto this blog.
The point is, me lovelies, that while this is our view of how things are, they are also supposed to be caricatures, parodies - and like all caricatures, they're meant for us to laugh at ourselves and the gross exagerations of our silly foibles. The snarly comments going on down below only goes to illustrate Trisha's point about just how terribly seriously some of us are starting to take the gym.
Don't get too het up over a few faux hits and air punches down the frontline - it'll up the stress levels and we all know that's never good for health and fitness.
See you at bodyattack tomorrow - you can muscle me down to the ground then :)