The Stinky Cheese Man
Not this one, but close enough.
I have now had the priviledge of running next to a man I am calling "The Stinky Cheese Man", or TSCM, thrice at my gym. I got my first taste (pun intended) about a week ago when TSCM first appeared and jumped on the treadmill next to me. I could smell him before he actually got on the treadmill, but this is really secondary to what I am going to tell you.
As he sets out his "gear" near the treadmill I notice a zip-loc bag, which, and I am NOT shitting you...has a hunk of cheese in it! I watched this already b-o-rific dude run about ten minutes then stop for a cheese break. Then ten more minutes...followed by more cheese.
Now I get water and Gatorade, and I might fall for a Powerbar here and there...but cheese? Like my friend Shelley says "What da Freak?"
I'll keep running but if TSCM comes back I might have to fake lactose intolerance and run the opposite way.
*Also, tonight I watched a total douchebag answer his cell while running on 6.5 and fall off the back of the treadmill. Sadly, I took delight in laughing a bit too loud. However, it's a gym people...not a phone booth.
posted by April at 3:20 PM
3 Comments:
Dude....maybe you should give the guy some Cliff Bar blocks... stinky cheese as a workout snack??? WTF? That's worse than my Sex Panther Cologne dude at the gym story..which reminds me, I should post that story.
So I should NOT take cheese when I visit the treadmill at the gym every 3 years? Was it sharp or swiss? You know you got his number you just left that part out. Come with it April!!!!
I am apparently anonymous because I was distracted with my dog in my crotch. Don't ask.
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