Dude, wipe your nose
Don, an older man, is in my new Pilates class. He's noticeable for several reasons:1) He's the only man.
2) He wears these creepy little cut-off leggings.
3) He's the world's biggest suck up.
I've never taken Pilates at all, but it's clear that Don has. He tries to be the teacher's pet, but clearly she's frustrated with him. It's obvious that this is not the first of her Pilates classes that Don has taken; when she got to his name on the attendance sheet she said, "Oh, Don," in a resigned voice. It was funny.
He gets to the gym early and does these ostentatious exercises for about twenty minutes, even though there's a thorough warm up during class. We actually thought he was the teacher at first, since he was doing so much before exercising class started. He makes loud, funky, completely voluntary noises when we're doing our breathing exercises. He interjects phrases like, "I hate this one!" during exercises. He might as well say, "Please look at me?"
I might be more willing not to consider him a joke if it didn't look as though the hour he does Pilates is the only one in the week where he gets any sort of exercise. He's got a gut like Homer Simpson, and turns an unhealthy color when doing the more strenuous exercises - and since this was only our second class, that cannot be good.
I thought people like Don disappeared in sophomore year, but apparently not.
