by Karen Cleveland

Some people are err, noisier, than others [blushing]. I blush even more out of embarrassment at the meat heads at my gym, carrying on, grunting louder than they might in other sweaty (and far more fun) activities. Maybe it’s a guy thing, but even when I’m giving it hell at the gym, I just don’t grunt. No matter how hard I’m running, or how heavy I’m lifting, no grunt. Not a peep.

As a woman, hearing the audio track of someone else’s exercise grosses me out. It’s not hot, it’s a bit creepy. But I don’t dare cast a cut-eye though…I’m sure I’d get stuffed in a locker. Once a jock, always a jock.