Good Things Happen When You Go To The Gym

So as I lounged on this blah day I made the decision to get off my bed and get to the gym. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy exercising (it's those pesky endorphins, they get you hooked), but I do not enjoy the getting ready process. Getting up off my butt, doing my hair so that it won't look a mess when I start moving, putting together an outfit to wear that "goes" but does not match because I don't want it to look like I try too hard just to work out, etc. Really, it's just my laziness shining through. This process takes about 6 minutes and it's only a 3-minute bike ride to the gym.

Here is the bookstore on the way to the gym. I really like this building.

Here are the lovely trees that brightened my day. They were all crisp white and blooming right in the middle of an ugly construction site.

And here is a fountain. They dye the fountains green for St. Patrick's Day. I think it's a travesty.

Finally, the gym.

I get on a treadmill, turn up my iPod, and begin jogging my little heart out. As I think random thoughts, as I am wont to do in the gym, like why does my nose itch so much when I run?, I see a man pass by the window in front of me. All I see of him is from his shoulders up and I am all Gasp! It's Bobby Deen. For those of you who don't know who Bobby Deen is, he is the youngest son of southern cooking queen Paula Deen.

So I think I see Bobby, and he rounds the corner and comes into the gym. I realize that it cannot be him because only SCAD students are allowed into the gym, as it is a state-of-the-art facility because we certainly pay enough tuition for it to be such. Bobby look-a-like proceeds to get on the bike right next to me.

And then he speaks.

It is certainly, without a doubt the very son of Paula Deen. Working out right next to me. 5 feet away. 8 feet max.

My eyes go really wide and I'm silently freaking out while thinking no one is going to believe me. I need a picture. Not just of him, with him. I decide to finish my jogging time and then approach him, but he gets off the bike after only 30 minutes! What a pansy. But he actually got off so he could go do his macho weight lifting thing, so I retract my pansy statement. I finish my run and lift some weights of my own, and as I very casually walk in his direction to put my weight back (because I am a pansy and only use 1 weight), I slap a sweet little smile on my face and ask Excuse me, are you Bobby Deen?

BD: Yes, I am.

CB (Creole Belle): Could I get a picture with you?

BD: Sure, do you have a camera?

What fool asks for a picture with someone and then expects that someone to provide the camera? But I obliged his lack of thought and answered.

CB: Yeah! I'll go get it.

So for all of you who wouldn't have believed me if I told you that Bobby Deen and I worked out right next to each other, this is for you.

Please excuse our sweaty and frizzy(on my part) state. Bobby and I just worked out.