It should be easier

Gym clothes: check. Don't forget proper sports bra (that cost loads of money): check. Shoes: check. iPod that is fully charged and proper headset: check. Great and off we go to the gym. Well, it gets more complicated then. The lockers have little keys that I can't sort out how to get to take with me. I resort to reading the directions on the inside of the locker. Ah, I have to put in my card. Great-done and off to the treadmill....well finding one available is tricky. Just as I thought I nabbed one, there is a bitty sign on it "Out for maintenance". Should have that tatooed to my forehead. Okay, found another one...and I can just about pretend that I am staring at the screen of CNN and not the well built male in front of me. As I run to nowwhere and gently wipe my sweat, trying not to fall off the treadmill and still look cool; the machine suddenly stops. So there I am sweaty, somewhat cool, running on a treadmill that had a heart attack. Okay, back to searching for an open treadmill--found another one! this one has a different set of directions, sort it out, and off we go--by now I am wondering about the wisdom of running. Unfortunately, I am stationed in front of the screen showing celebrity poker. Honestly. Thank God I can only run 20 minutes. And I quite gracefully get off the treadmill and navigate my way or rubbery legs to the locker room. Sh_T. No key--okay, coolness factor has long worn off as I wander back into the aerobic room to search for the key. Find it, get my belongings and on my way out the door, realize the card it still in the locker. Maybe I should try home Pilates DVD's.