I go to a small gym in my town, but the big plus is that it has a heated swimming pool. That's actually why I ended up switching gyms, I wanted to swim in the Master's classes in the morning. I thought it would be better for my poor broken body, what with the no-impact cardio and all.
So starting sometime last Fall I began dragging my butt up at 5am to go to the hour long class Tuesdays and Thursdays. Let me emphasize I am NOT, repeat NOOOOOOOOT a morning person. Never have been. And I'm going to go ahead and say it, I never will be a morning person. Don't try to convince me otherwise. I don't believe in mornings for anything other than sleeping.
I drive the 7 minutes it takes to get to the gym at 5:30 in the morning, go into the small locker room to change out of my sweats (I wear my bathing suit underneath), put on my goggles and cap, wrap a towel around myself and then go brave the cold. Because despite the fact the pool is heated, it is not indoors, so it is fraking cold outside. Your best bet is to banzai into the water and start swimming as fast as you can to warm up. I have found no other way. Pansying around and dipping your toe in first is not the way to go, trust me.
When I am done with my swim I run into the locker room to change and head back home. Starting on the first day and every single Tuesday/Thursday after that, I have opened the door to the locker room and have been confronted with a naked woman. The same naked woman. Right in front of the door. Free bird. I realize that it is a locker room and of course people change in there, there are even showers. I just wasn't expecting blatant nudity just hanging out right at the entrance. Like, the lady just chills in her birthday suit and greets people. The first couple of times was a bit shocking, but then after that I just found it hilarious and it sorta became part of my routine. Get up, go swimming, see a naked lady, go home and shower. Morning accomplished.
It got to the point where she would greet me when I came in. She now recognized me as a regular. One time she even asked me to make sure the door was shut on a windy day...NOT because she was afraid it would blow open and give everyone a peep show, but because it was "creating a draft" (her words) for her unclothed self.
So then about 2 months ago I really messed up my hip and I wasn't able to swim until last week. Tuesday and Thursday I go swim, no naked lady. WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO? It threw off my routine. I didn't know where I was, or what I was supposed to be doing anymore. Then this morning--ah...back to normal--I opened up the locker room door and there was my naked lady to greet me. The world has righted itself once again.