It's All About the Free Market System

After Mr. P's tee ball practice today, I took him out to dinner because Hubba-hubba wasn't going to be home to eat with us and I figured, what the heck, I am lazy and don't feel like cooking.

So I'm sitting there and the restaurant we are dining in happens to be across the parking lot from a gym.

I see this woman with a harness on her upper body, and a smirking guy behind her holding a rope that is attatched the the harness.

She is trying to run fast, and he is using the rope as resistance training. At least, I really hope that's what he was doing.

And while I totally understand the desire to be and the importance of being fit, it is only in America that we would pay someone good money to put a harness on us and humiliate us in public.

I'm just sayin'.

Comments

Ha!

Hope you *really* enjoy your dinner, to make up for the spectacle across the street.

Heidi
Anvilcloud said…
Weird.
Jess T said…
I bet that guy really enjoyed that too much.

You are right, we would pay.
Awesome Mom said…
Lol! We are an odd bunch.
petite gourmand said…
hee hee
very funny indeed.
Hope said…
ahhh, and I think of the times my whinning daughter clung to my legs while I was making supper. This as not an annoyance, it was aerobics.
Autumn's Mom said…
hmmm sounds like maybe they've been watching too much of the Biggest Loser. They are always doing crazy stuff like that.
Anonymous said…
:-).
Ted said…
And while we're at it, why DO we pay so much money to run like rats on a wheel at a gym?
Steph said…
Too funny. And, yeah, definitely sounds Biggest Loser inspired.
Nance said…
the one that kills me is the stepper. listen, if someone wants to pay me an exorbitant amount of money, he or she can run up and down my basement steps as long as they have a laundry basket in their arms at the same time.
dr sardonicus said…
Myself, I'm glad California still takes its leash laws seriously...
Scout said…
I bet if the women could see herself in the mirror, she'd just go for a strenuous walk and lose the contraptions.

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