When Women Go To The Gym...
9.00am: "OK, Husband and the Boys are home alone, it's Saturday morning, loads to do, the clock's ticking. Some-one's on the Treadclimber, blast. Better start with the Elliptical Edge..
9.20am: Right, off the Elliptical Edge, onto the Treadclimber. Quick!
9.40am: OK, can barely stand up, but keep going. The laundry isn't going to do itself (and no-one else at home will have thought about it....). Let's do some stretches...
9.50am: This is taking too long. I'm going to cut it short. Shall I cut it short? I might ache afterwards... Sod it, cut it short, cut it short!
10.00am: Hi guys, I'm home! Will someone turn off that jazz whilst I sort out the laundry?"
When Men Go To the Gym
4.15pm: "I'm off now. See you later...
6.30pm: Hi. Did you miss me? I did a half triatholon... Oh, did you all eat already? Are the Boys in the bath? What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Obviously, this is exaggerated for effect. Obviously. But not much...