Overheard
Overheard
Breakfast Not Feral
"I'll have a small vanilla hazelnut with skim milk and Sweet'N Low."
~ Girl at deli also buying Orbit gum.
Overheard
The Splits
Midtown New York, in corner booth at middlebrow Mexican....
She: My trainer asked me what I wanted to work on. I told him my butt, and I want to do the splits. I've wanted to do them since I was girl.
He: Why do they call them the "splits?" Why the plural?
She: I don't know. Because there are more than one.
He: There aren't more than one. It's a "split." With one leg forward, and one back. Like Barbie.
She: There's also the one with the legs out to the sides.
He: That's a straddle.
She: No it isn't. Is this making you uncomfortable?
Overheard
All the Catholics are Talking about P90X
Overheard at a baptism last weekend. All the participants in the conversation were eating seven layer dip and chocolate mousse cake.
Woman 1: "So the HR people call Bruce into the office and tell him they want to talk about his 'performance...' He's dying cause he thinks he's getting fired. But then they say: 'Your weightloss performance!' Hank's lost like 50 pounds."
Woman 2: "That's so mean!"
Woman 1: "I know. But anyway, he tells them his secret is P90X, and now we all do the workouts together in an empty room on the fourth floor every Tuesday and Thursday at 5:30."
First the Mormons, then the Catholics. Tony Horton's P90X is making the rounds.
Overheard
Men in Bike Shorts
It's an art show in Greenpoint. Not at a gallery, but in someone's apartment. "Friends showing friends' art," says the organizer. The apartment fills up quickly. Two guys, stand in the living room crowd talking. One, an indie music engineer dressed in black, describes the bike ride he took earlier: Across the Brooklyn Bridge, up the West side, over the George Washington Bridge, through the Palisades and back. Sometime he rides to the Cloisters too. It's gorgeous, he says, and with the weather cooling down, the paths and roads aren't crowded. He rides a bike he saved up to buy when he was 15. It was his dream, but then he never rode it. The bike stayed hung in his garage for 14 years. When his last city bike was stolen, he called his mom and asked her to send it to him. He couldn't afford to buy another bike. "She sent the receipt too," he says, rolling his eyes." What does he wear to ride in the cool weather someone asks. "I wear bike shorts, but the sort that are attached to regular shorts on the outside," he says. "And then these leggings." Why the need for the floppy shorts? "I can't do the full spandex," he says. "No way."
Politically Incorrect
Overheard on My AIM Account
Shockingly-Nice-UES-Bachelor-Whose-Name-Shall-Never-Be-Released: I've been very disappointed with my efforts to dabble in the triathlete world. They're either former fatties trying to slim down or uptight Type As with no soul. Think the yogis have it.
ME: Can i blog that?
UES Bachelor: Sure.
ME: god, i think my audience would kill me.
UES Bachelor: I'm very solo in my fitness regimes, but tried a few triathlete clubs in the hope I'd find the 'babe' of my dreams. Instead, I found what I described above. Yoga, on the other hand, is like a strip club to me.
ME: OK, this is going on the site.