Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Sunday, August 24, 2003
 
At one time in my life, I thought that living without access to a gym facility would drive me insane. Afther the past couple of days, it has occured to me that living without access to my AOL e-mail is what may drive me insane. Unfortunately, my computer has crashed and needs to be replaced. Happily, my household will be acquiring some new and more fabulous hardware within the week. Hence, I have been limited to computer access which limits my blogging abilities. Anyway, here I am, so...

One of the nastiest things I see at the gym is when anyone exercises in sneakers with no socks. Is it just me or does anyone else find this disgusting? The idea that your feet are producing sweat that is filled with toxins & germs that produce vile odors is just downright gross to me. What is up with people who do not wear socks when they workout with sneakers? Is it really that much of a bother to go get some socks to wear with your sneakers? How does anyone stand the chaffing that the rough insides of a sneakers cause to the skin of their feet? I cannot even begin to describe the shivers this sends up my spine.

I guess what really grosses me out is the idea that this person is bringing their nasty stinky shoes and, hence, stinky feet back to their abode. For some reason, foot stink is one of the most disgusting body odors to me. I tend to get this picture in my mind of evil bacteria lurking in shoes and between toes when I think of smelly feet. I can handle underarm odor but the idea of someone having smelly feet leads me to believe that they are not the most hygenic individual around.

What makes me really cringe when someone is working out with sneakers without socks is that they are generating sweat in their sneakers leading to this squishy feeling that I find just absolutely unbelievably disgusting! Maybe I am just neurotic about cleanliness. Okay, I admit that I can be a bit anal-retentive at times. But c'mon... Later.
 
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