I sometimes cuss when I’m in the gym working out. Not out loud. Not really. Just a low dirty word under my breath every now and then when something is particularly challenging. Or I’ll mouth it, silently, just the expression of it showing on my face.
I am very mindful of the words that come out of my mouth and I try not to use profanity ever. But I wasn’t always this way. There was a time I could cuss like a sailor. Sonshine has a horrible potty mouth. He blames me for it and puts forth no effort to do better. I can just imagine the first words that will come out of my new grandbaby’s mouth.
I’m more aware of when I swear now and only because my very favorite guy doesn’t cuss ever. It kind of threw me when we first started dating to be with a man who has rarely, if ever, uttered a curse word. It actually felt a little weird to cuss around a person who never cussed. I’d get this look and then the question. “Don’t you have another word in your vocabulary that you could use?” The first time he asked, I answered. A profound, “hell no!” my response. He said “okay” and that was the end of that conversation. Until I cussed again and he asked, again. By the third or fourth time that he asked, I actually gave it different consideration and began to be more creative with my expressions. After working on it for a while I realized that I didn’t really do it anymore. Until today.
Today, in the gym. I cussed. I dropped a perfunctory F-bomb as I finished the third set on some machine that had my legs and glutes feeling like jelly. I probably wouldn’t have even noticed except the woman on the machine beside me nodded her head and said, “Yeah, I know how you feel!” I laughed and moved on to the next machine.
I’ve decided to reserve my cussing just for the gym. And only because I hate the gym that much. I hate it with such a passion that the F-word repeats over and over again in my head when I even think about having to go there. I warned my favorite guy. I didn't want him to be surprised by it and if he asked about my vocabulary I knew I'd have a few more choice words to share with him that he wasn't going to appreciate. I warned him and he laughed. Seems that elliptical machine had his vocabulary a lot more colorful, too!