Gym Etiquette

Inorder to be in shape for the annihilation that will be the Irish debut in Finland I have been discovering the hidden jewels of the gym. Gym? yes you heard it here, lazy moi is dragging her ass to the gym every day where possible to engage in such attractive activities as; running so hard my glasses steam up (i really must get some more contacts) lifting weights designed for new-borns and interrupting sweaty men in the middle of their workout to ask idiotic questions... oh yes becka in the gym is quite the spectator sport ;) dont you just hate when you are dying, pushing yourself that extra mile or so and then you happen to make the mistake of looking to your left and there is this slimmer, smaller, more pert (generally a better version) of you running faster than you, for longer than you and somehow sweating way less then you. its times like that that i take another peek.. this time in the chest area and more often than not i will feel better immediately, there is rarely another woman on the treadmill who looks better than me, runs faster than me.. and has a better rack than me!!! Remember all you curvy ladies out there.... there is ALWAYS a silver lining!