I have over 250 blogs. Every one of them concise in sharing my opinion or observations on the world or my life.  However tonight I have a forced blog.

It is Friday night.  I prepared a simple pasta with Italian sausage and a salad left over from Pat’s evening out with her club last night.  I put on Romantic music on Sonos as we enjoyed our meal and sipped our wine.  The dishwasher had been running and signaled that it was finished as we sat drinking our wine and gazing out at the golf course at the end of the meal.

I immediately offered to help in unloading the dishwasher (apparently glasses of wine makes me supportive (again remembering we are listening to the Romantic music)).  Pat sent me off to write a Blog to get out of her way.

Hence the forced blog

So here is my blog for today.  I went to the fitness club this morning and had the great joy of beating the lady that normally books my favourite machine into the sign-up.  Very polite sign-in as she said “good morning” and I said ” good morning Rosemarie”

Over the last 2 years we have quietly fought this battle of who gets there first to book this cross trainer.

I pick this particular cross trainer for my cardio session  because I read McLeans Magazine as I work out and this is the only cross trainer (there are 8 in the club) that does not have a light behind that reflects on the page. The other 7 versions  line up in front of the many TVs but mine is in the corner looking out on the parking lot.  If I work out on the other machines I have to constantly adjust the pages to avoid the reflection from the shiny pages.  A minor yet irritating issue.

I am convinced Rosemary picks my machine purely to bug me as there is no reason to differentiate from the others and she never looks out when using it.  When I beat her in the morning and am on my machine she easily picks one of the others and chats with whoever is next to her.

I am convinced she is evil.

I wake up on my fitness days at say,  6:30 am, and contemplate if I should first go to pick up a paper and head on to the club in the hope she has booked her time and follow her, or go early and try to beat her. We work out the same days. Monday , Wednesday and Friday.   If I do  go early she glares at me and the next day she shows up 5 minutes earlier.

Every time I go to the club and return home to find Pat in the shower she asks how my daily contest went.  This has gone on for 2 years and Pat finds this amusing.

Today was perfect.  I actually lay in bed this morning at 6:40 prepared to concede today’s contest.  Arrived 10 minutes later than normal.  Now I park in front of the Community Centre and Rosemarie parks in back.  I know this because when I am on my machine early I see her drive in to the parking lot in her Hyundai Sante Fe.  Those mornings I watch her walk up to the door and glare at me through the window.

This morning, as I said, I was 10 minutes later and fully expecting to take one of the other machines.  As I walked to the sign-up desk she came in the back door a few seconds later.  We offered greetings.  I was wondering if she would skip the sign-in and rush into the club to book our machine.  But no, she signed in and followed me in as I booked the machine on the board.  Then she booked one of the alternatives, where she seemed perfectly happy. (but I know she was smoldering with anger over the lost 10 seconds on the drive to the club)

This was like winning a game on a home run in the 10th inning.

Pat tells me I am crazy.   But you take your victories as you wish.

There were a number of other good things about today, but that was my highlight.

And Pat has finished the dishes so I can close down.