At the gym Monday night I was struck by a the realization that I don't know the rules for proper gym behavior.
For example, I thought the lady who took no less than THREE phone calls during her personal training session was a bit rude.
But then, a really good song came on my iPod and I wondered if it would be frowned upon if I danced as I pedaled. Since no one else could hear my music is that like eating candy when you didn't bring enough to share with everyone??
But the real test came when I beat my best time on the bike.
It was all I could do not to jump in the air, dance and holler out "YES! 9 miles in 54min20sec YEEEHAAW!!!". Then do a happy dance.
So instead I just saved all my dancing for the drive home......surely the cops won't mind toooooo much,