Fridays are always a good day to go to the gym. There's hardly anyone there, most of the equipment is free, and the atmosphere is very calm, unlike the stressful carnival ride of gym-ing on Mondays and Tuesdays.
Fridays also bring out their
share of...characters.
One man in particular seems to be having a sordid love affair with the men's whirlpool...and he doesn't care who knows it!! Most times that I encounter him, it's on a Friday, and he's sitting in the pool, moaning and groaning in ecstasy as the water jets apparently send him into a soothing nirvana. You can hear his orgasimic cries of pleasure all through the change room...which makes taking a shower a rather...unnerving experience.
It's like that commercial for herbal essence shampoos. Except whirlpools do it for this guy.
Yesterday, he changed his tune...literally. He was singing a happy tune, although one I couldn't recognize. But by the end, I did wonder if he was going to break into a rendition of "Rubber Ducky, you're the one"...
Sitting in the whirlpool doesn't make me want to sing. I usually drop in (you should see the tsunami a man my size creates), moaning quietly to myself that my arms and legs are about to fall off, then sink into the bubbly hot water with a long, contented sigh.
It's not an opera that escapes my lips, but that's the interesting thing about whirlpools...they effect (affect?) each person in different way. In any event, my own singing voice is scary... 
Updates Next Week
This may be my last update until next Wednesday/Thursday...I'm off to Windsor for a wrestling tournament with some of my team. If I survive, you'll see a new posting then.
