Home gym

Though I'm thoroughly enjoying life in Brooklyn, the one thing I miss is having a gym across the street. I spent a good deal of time researching Brooklyn gyms and either they were too far away (I hate getting exercise on my way to exercise) or they were downright creepy. Ultimately, I settled on New York Sports Club because the price was right and I was out of options.

However, as an alternative to the hustle and bustle of this very new york gym, I bought a tao bo dvd. It was a bit embarrassing to purchase but since I bought it while also buying birthday cards, I was pretty sure the dude at the register didn't know it was for me.

So, I've really been enjoying pushing the coffee table out of the way and punching it out while Billy Banks yells at me about my fat lazy ass. I did, however, notice that my jogging in place and step touches were a bit loud against the wood floor and was crossing my fingers that the neighbors below wouldn't notice. This was wishful thinking seeing as I have always been known as a very loud walker. I thump around, I know. In fact, I've been called a Clydesdale in my day.
It was all going so well, on days I didn't want to go to the gym, I could have a happy little work out in my apartment until... I heard a knock on the door last night.

At first, I honestly tried to ignore it, hoping I was just paranoid. Then, I heard it again. So, even if I wasn't wearing pajama shorts and a sports bra, I still would not have opened the door to a stranger without M. home (no peep hole). Also, I knew what the knocker wanted. The rest went something like this with me on one side of the door and unidentified knocked on the other:

Background noise: Techno music and Billy Banks shouting

me: hello?

stranger: Hi, my name's Anthony I live downstairs.

me: Hi Anthony

Anthony: Hi, sorry to bother you

me: no, that's ok. Um, sorry I'm not opening the door, I, um, um, am not dressed appropriately (in my head: you IDIOT why don't you ask him to sexually assault you.)

Anthony: no, that's ok and I'm really sorry, I don't want you to think I'm a jerk but I can hear, like, every step you're taking, I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I'm a jerk.

me: oh, I'm sorry, also sorry about not opening the door, I know this is weird

Anthony: no that's ok, and i don't want you to think I'm a jerk, it's just, um loud, do you have a rug or something? I hope you don't think I'm a jerk.

me: no, no, i understand, um, yeah I have a rug, I'll be more careful

Billy yells something

me: and we'll, uh, come say hi sometime, since this is so, um, weird, talking through the door

Anthony: yeah, ok, great, and I'm sorry, I hope you don't think I'm a jerk

me: no, no....sorry again. have a good night.

Annnnnnnnd SCENE.

I then go back to Billy and his crew, feeling defeated. My plan of working out in the comfort of my own living room has been foiled! And here I was bragging about how fantastic it was to have the privacy of the top floor.

What do I do now?

Poor Anthony. Poor me!