There were five menopausal women at the gym this morning (sounds like the start of a bad joke!). Perhaps I don’t need to write this post as anyone in this category knows the outcome. (No one died during this post but that was always a possibility.)
Some background for the non-menopausal readers – Women in this category are never comfortable. They are either hot or cold and can go from one to the other in a nanosecond. Most of the time it’s not to the temperatures. It’s just faulty wiring which cannot be fixed with a new circuit breaker. Perhaps a hot electrician could try though….
Back to the gym – There is one woman I call Hootchie Mama. I call her that for a reason. She wears gym clothes that do not leave anything to the imagination. She is 66 years old and ample so it’s just not pretty with dangly bits sticking out all over. I have blogged about her here.
She is one hot mama. She wears teeny shorts in the deepest winter freeze and comes in without a coat. Got the picture now?
Our gym is a basic, no frills ladies’ circuit gym. Nothing fancy. No spa stuff. Not even a shower. You come in, do the circuit twice and get the hell out of there. Well, I do anyway. It’s what justifies my trip to Starbucks.
The goal is to keep your heart rate up but some just chat on the machines. Someone took two long text messages (yes even I am surprised at how techno-savvy these women are) during her exercise this morning.
They keep the temperature at a steady 64 degrees which is good for exercising. I am always cold when I get there and comfy when I leave. That’s ok.
There are many members older than me and it seems that the older you get the more sensitive you are to the temperatures. Women are always complaining. Too hot, too cold but it’s always the same 64 degrees.
The beloved husband cannot understand how I can be cold in the bedroom when it’s 72 degrees in the winter (I sleep with two blankets) and hot in the summer (same 72 degrees) with a sheet and flipping cover.
A flipping cover is a personal sized fleece blankie (it can’t touch the husband or he will sweat to death) that flips on and off (by me) during the night. Sometimes as often as every 5 minutes.
There is no logic when it comes to menopausal women. I try to explain but my poor husband just doesn’t get it. You see it’s not only the air temperature but the knowledge of the outside temperature and humidity that affects women. We are psychic in that way. If it’s cold out, we’re cold….sometimes….unless we’re hot. If it’s hot out, we’re hot…sometimes…unless we’re cold. Makes perfect sense!
Back to the gym – Today Hootchie came in early. The earlier crowd is not as tolerant as the later crowd. She turned up the music and flipped on the extra floor fans (which should not even be there).
It took a nanosecond for the “looks” to start flickering around the circuit. I haven’t seen that many eye rolls in my eye doctor’s office! She started howling with the music (keep in mind it is prior to first coffee for many of us) and we all checked the time to see when our circuit was done.
As people came near the floor fans, they turned them off. She came around and turned them on. On and on it went.
I decided it was in my best interest to get out of there before the heat of the fan wars broke out although it may have made an even better post! Old women wrestling on the floor! Dang! I have to carry my camera!