a Y story

so chri and i go to the Y almost everyday to work out - sometimes separately, sometimes together. however, even when we go together, we almost never work out 'together'. so everyday we have a "story". he'll come home and say "there was this guy doing..." or i will have seen a peculiar person using a machine in an unconventional way. well yesterday, i was working out my arms - normal stuff. however i wanted to try some different machines. so with my ipod cranked and much determination to "pump some iron", i proceed to the arm machines. i got to the 1st one and started to sit, reading the instructions and looking at the pictures carefully. it took me at least 5 minutes to figure out where to put the seat and the arm pads and such just to start. i think i actually got in and out of this one about 7 times before being able to use the machine. finally, the workout began. the next machine was way more complicated and awkward than the first, so after about 5 times of getting in and out...i just gave up and moved on to the next one. as i am now on the 3rd machine, getting in and out, looking at it in total confusion and wanting desperately to just work out my arms - chri comes over and says "hey, you're the story today!" so i guess that 'some guy' went home and told his wife about this crazy chick at the gym who couldn't understand the arm machines.