This morning, I didn't have time to make a lunch (which, considering the suckfest that was yesterday's lunch, probably isn't too bad of a thing), so I braved the blisteringly cold wind to walk over to the grocery store that is in the same strip mall as my office.

Alls I knows is I had my heart set on apples and string cheese for some reason.

As I'm walking into the store, the lady who walked in in front of me grabs a cart and turns to walk in and, lo! behold!, it is one of the fitness instructors at my gym. It's the super-perky-and-happy skinny one.

I don't take her classes. Her music choice, in my opinion, leaves A LOT to be desired.

Anyway, I'm thinking to myself "oh! I wonder what she's getting? Should I shadow her around the store? Is that creepy? That's probably creepy...."

And all desire to shadow, follow, stalk, whatever flew right out of the window when she walked into the candy and soda aisle.

Whap-whaaaaaa

Now, I will give her the benefit of the doubt, the store is set up in such a way as that is the first aisle you walk down if you walk straight to the back of the store from that door. Maybe she was headed to the back of the store and didn't feel like making an extra turn? She did look tired.

Or, maybe she was going to evangelize to the poor, unhealthy people who frequent the candy and soda aisle. PREACH SISTAH! MAY THE POWER OF CRISP APPLES SAVE YOU! (Alas, this preacher must practice what she preaches...).

I once almost ran into another worker from the gym (not really a fitness instructor though) at another grocery store. It was last Super Bowl Sunday and I super quick ran around the corner because I didn't want her to see what was in my cart:

Hey! I was just buying what I was told to buy. (Also, why is there no emoticon for a bag of potato chips?)

Anyway. Because of my speedy quick evasive maneuvers, I didn't get to see what was in her cart. But I always wondered....

It's kind of like when you're a kid and your teachers were not human beings. They were teachers. After school, they didn't leave to go home like we kids did. They didn't have families, or eat food, or go shopping or go outside and play. They were robots who folded up into the super big drawer in their desk to wait until the next morning.

And then you see one in the grocery store in her sweats and flip flops and your entire world is shaken.

Fitness instructors aren't human beings! They're fitness instructors! They work out all of time and eat only the leanest meat (if they eat meat at all), organic freggies, whole grains and nothing is ever bought wrapped in plastic or in a box and they drink only water and gatorade. And they eat corn smut, natto and cod liver oil AND THEY LIKE IT.

And, like a 5 year old, my entire world is shaken (I may be being a wee bit melodramatic here).

She's super skinny and perky and she makes a living by being healthy. And she maybe eats candy and drinks soda.

Next thing you know she'll drink beer and eat a burger and fries. The horror!
I hope she invites me for that "next thing" though....