Morning Muse

Last week I wrote about joining a gym for something like the 500th time in my life. With yesterday being the first of the month, I thought that’d be the perfect day to start my new adventure toward overall fitness and a Brad Pitt-like body, but seeing as how it was April 1st, I didn’t want to fool myself into believing that this time would be any different than any other time I had joined a gym so I waited until this morning, the second of April, to start.

I’m an early bird so I pulled into the parking lot at about 4:30 a.m. and the place was dark. I used my little key key fob, or fob key, thingee to open the door and in I went. I could smell fungus in the air and I knew it was floating around and waiting for just the right time to attach its microorganismic claws to the moister areas of my body but that’s a topic for another time. In I walked and up I hopped onto one of the brand new treadmills and a’walking I began.

That wasn’t interesting, I know that, but it was necessary to get me to day two of the April 2012 Blogging from A-Z Challenge , which is a challenge I said I wasn’t going to do, and the letter “B”.

I woke up at about 1:30 last night and the first thought I had when I opened my eyes was, “Words that begin with the letter B”. I wasn’t sure if I had been dreaming about the $10,000 Pyramid game show or the blogging challenge.

What, I wondered as I was getting a drink of water, was a good “B” word to write about.

So I’m at the gym and walking away toward nowhere and half watching the little TV that’s mounted on top of the treadmill and half working to keep all the funguses away from me when a woman walked into the place. (If I were a hardboiled mystery writer I would have called her a “dame”) and stepped up on the treadmill at the other end of the row. I looked over and there was my “B”. Or, more appropriately, there were my “B’s”. I looked over and the first – and only – things that went through my mind were Bosom and Brassiere. She had enough of one and she didn’t have any of the other.

No, I didn’t stare. I’m not like that*.

That’s it. That’s my “B”. That’s my morning.

* Unless I know I won’t get caught.