They're all going to laugh at you!

How many of you out there have heard the old Adam Sandler bit about working out? Basically it's a "man on the street" interview where a tape is played to "unsuspecting" audience members and there are people making noises. The listeners are supposed to decipher whether the people on the tape are having sex or working out. If you haven't heard it, look it up or find some way to listen to it, b/c it's hilarious! I mention this b/c there are moments during my workouts where I might not be looking at the video, you know concentrating on my moves and all, and there is this sound. It's not a squeak of a shoe, or a drop of sweat on the ground, or even a barking in the close vicinity of ear shot. No, it's something way more graphic and isn't designed to be on a workout video....or is it. Well, not the kind of work out that I'm presently doing. I'm talking about moaning. It's so graphic and distracting. And something that I've noticed before, but never really thought twice about. However, it only took me over a month to say something about. I wasn't sure what I was working with here. Look, I get it, some of this stuff is tough. Some of this stuff, as I've mentioned, I want to quit and not do anymore. But, moan? No. That wasn't even a fleeting thought. It's not even the first thing I do while working out. When I used to go to the gym and hear the people doing their presses or their arm thingys, I heard them make noises and I thought that was a little silly. But I never thought, if I closed my eyes, that I was not in a gym. And mind you, these aren't just quickie, one and done type moans either. These are constant, inappropriate, porn star moans. I can't believe I've missed them until this point. I think I noticed them, but just went along my merry way. But today, I couldn't get passed it. And we're doing legs no less! Sure, grunt after everything is said and done, but this is not fun. Punch, cuss, kick, scream, but stop making me write an entire blog about what I think you all are doing when the cameras aren't rolling. Maybe what I should do is audiotape myself and see if I do it too. I would think that by now I would notice myself making those noises, or really any noises. I knew that I was dying this week with these workouts, and I'm sure that I had a few things exit my lips that shouldn't have, but a moan? Never. Perhaps next door is big giant snog fest and I'm just one of the lucky ones that get to hear the fruits of their labor. I feel kind of like the girl that found the misprint on the Disney ride. Only, instead of a free trip for me and my family of four to the Magic Kingdom, I need to start putting cotton in my ears and go back to church!