While working for Channel 8, I was a member of the UH gym. It’s a brand new facility with all the latest equipment, and I liked exercising there. (Forget the fact that I was often the oldest person in the gym, including staff, instructors and moms who were there picking up their college-age students.) When I quit working on the UH campus, I lost my gym privileges. Which was okay because it was mid-June and too hot to think about doing much more than going from air-conditioned car –> air-conditioned job –> air-conditioned car –> air-conditioned home –> repeat.
Now that summer is nearing its burn out phase (be gone, ye right bastard of hellfire and brown grass), I felt ready to get back on track. Literally. So I joined the Y again. I was a member when I worked at the Alley, frequenting the old downtown location. Like so many things in Houston, the original downtown location has not only been closed but completely razed (to make way for a…vacant lot), and there’s a shiny new facility a block or two away. I wanted to sign up after work, so I thought I’d avoid the crowd by going to the Y on Augusta instead of the one five minutes from my office downtown. The Augusta location was busy as could be, so that didn’t really work out right. Neither did my experience in the locker room.
When I was done with my workout, I went in search of a sauna in the women’s locker room. (I hate Houston summers but love saunas for some reason. Maybe because I’m only in the sauna for ten minutes while the heat in Houston lasts three years every summer.) I didn’t find a sauna but I did find a steam room. While saunas smell like cedar, steam rooms always smell like humid, dirty socks. I poked my head in the steam room to see if it smelled different than I expected (it didn’t) when something moved in my peripheral vision. It was a chick in the whirlpool. Only, instead of having a good soak for her muscles, she was somehow completely above the water (and naked) (of course). Like, her hands and feet were in the pool but her body was above the water. And she was making some sort of movement that, how shall I put this, would suggest that she was really enjoying the whirlpool. We had a split second of awkward eye contact, then I turned and quickly exited the room.
I’m not a prude, and I don’t have an issue with nudity. But come on. It’s not like the ladies locker room is the sexiest place to be and she just couldn’t help herself. I know that movies make it seem like the air is steamy and all of the women have hot bodies and are running around in little panties and tickling each other, but the reality of it isn’t so. Even at the UH gym where the average age was probably 20. Not even close.
My next trip to the gym was to the downtown location.