My World, Gone to SHIT

Today's Workout Catastrophe

Remember in my Workout Commandments (BTW, should I get back to those?) how I advocated traveling light? Go to work out, not with an agenda? Getting dates, making new friends bluh bluh blah...?

Looks like I've made a new Workout Pal. Or had one foist his Rather Large Self upon me.

It's an ex-Dub. UNFORTUNATELY ex-Dub. Mostly, unfortunate for me.

He's the ex-husband of one of my ex's best friends. Their marriage had been in turmoil since--hell, since before they got married cuz that woman was an ABSOLUTE piece of work. She was a shit to him from Day One. She talked about him as if he were a fungus between her toes. He's not the brightest bulb himself.

But now that he's an 'outcast' he's all HEY and super-friendly and WON'T. GO. AWAY. and all standing on the treadmill next to mine running his mouth while I'm trying to get my miles in. Oh and And AND he's all You'se a gots-ta git back to the J-GOD an shit while I'm thinking if you weren't a good 320 pounds, I'd seriously consider knocking you over. Not a morbidly obese 320, either. Okay, maybe somewhat? But a lot of that is Huge Fuckin' Dude. He'd probably have two-to-four-pack abs if he weighed the most I've ever weighed in my life. You couldn't hurt him with a CAR.

He drives fuel tankers and drives a bus on the side. Which challenges the upper reaches of his intellect. PLEASE don't get me wrong. I'd never knock anyone for working; especially for working hard. Hell, I'd take his work ethic above my ex-inlaws' collective Allergies to Hard Work. But he's also not the guy you'd care to discuss inconsistencies of Scriptural interpretation with or the intricacies of perceived Apocalyptic timeframes. NOT the guy. Great Jumpin' J-God. Can't explain to him why I'm Never Going Back--he DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING.

Then he was tryin' to be all If you came back, I wouldn't think any differently of you; you always ma BRUTHA when he used to try to sneer at me all the other years I'd run into him at the gym.

Worst of all, I'm there every DAY and he just finalized his divorce a couple weeks ago.
I'M NEVER GETTING RID OF HIM EVER unless he goes back to the J-God and starts wordlessly sneering at me again.
Which--to tell you the truth--I might prefer?