The YMCA has been a great place for blog fodder. Case in point — the locker room (again) today was the scene of yet another head scratching moment for me.
So, I sweated myself stupid after a grueling aerobics class that I was conned into by another SAHM friend. After a 2 week hiatus, I guess I should have paced myself with my return to the aerobic trenches, but I figured, “Hey, I’m a Grant/Dixon, I can do this.” Let’s just say, even after I had showered, dressed and gotten the girls out of ChildWatch, my face was still as red as a glass of Merlot. And FYI, I gave up wine for Lent, so there may be a few wine related phrases thrown in the blogs to come.
But, in the locker room, which was blissfully empty, I put my stuff away, grabbed my towels and headed to the shower. I decided to take a quick visit to the steam room and try to calm down the muscles in my legs for bit. That’s always a risky proposition because when you come out of the steam room, the entire shower room could be packed like Wal-Mart on a pay-day Friday. This time, however, it was empty.
So, I’m showering, la la la and in walk two women, one older, one younger in their bras and underpants. I’m thinking that they aren’t from the US, given their ethnicities and the fact that when I have seen them out and about in the gym, they are in the traditional garb of their country. I’m not going to even venture a guess as to where they are from, nor do I want to dabble in racial profiling — hey, I’m a Black female, I’ve been dabbled in that area enough. Let’s say these women are from, oh I don’t know, Wisconsin, just to be safe. Apologies to any Wisconsinites that I may offend.
These ladies come in with their shower paraphernalia and commence to clean themselves up, in their underwear. Bras and underpants, people. Doesn’t that impede the actual cleaning process if the vital spots (and you know what I’m talking about) are covered by cloth? How are you supposed to “wash possible” as my mom would say? Don’t we all as women know, that water, cloth and dark spaces are a recipe for a yeasty mess? What gives? Seriously, it wasn’t like they walked in and then removed the undergarments. They actually washed around the straps, leg holes, and armholes. Hey, it’s an open shower, you can see everything that’s going on. And guess what is the craziest part of the whole thing — THEY WEREN’T WEARING SHOWER SHOES!!!
I can understand the need for modesty in public, hence their traditional Wisconsin dress, but in the locker room, amongst women? I, more than anyone, have body issues, but as I’ve said in posts pasts, it’s the locker room, everyone has the same gravity afflicted parts. I’m just in there to de-funk, wash possible, shower, shave, all that jazz.
Clearly, I didn’t get the memo about shower attire. Standing there “bucket-naked” with these two ladies, I felt grossly under-dressed.