More Awkward Fun

I don't know why these experiences happen to me, especially why they happen while I am working out. I would give anything to have a camera follow me around to not only record my expressions, but to prove that these stories are in fact, true.

Last month I found that the clubhouse to our town home had an exercise room. I decided one day that I did not want to drive to the gym, so I ventured over to the clubhouse. Two middle-aged women were using the treadmills, and I chose to use the bike in the back of the room. Fortunately I wasn't on a treadmill, given that I would have fallen on my face as I dealt with this awkward situation.

I'm guessing she was either Russian or Scandinavian. Her hair was slicked back into a tight bun, showing off her sunken face and protruding cheekbones. She was wearing a wool navy blue, purple AND forest green sweater from the 1700s (similar to the one below), and tight jean capris (calf-length short pants) with heavy black nylons underneath. The shoes she sported appeared to be hiking boots and she wasn't wearing socks--just nylons. She had to have been sweating to death by the suffocation one experiences from wearing a wool sweater and heavy stockings while working out in April.

After walking on the treadmill, she moseyed over to me and sat down in front of my bike. She began to do the most bizarre stretches. (I've been to many yoga classes before, but I have never witnessed these sort of moves.) Not only were her moves especially strange, but she kept eye contact with me 70% of the time as she stretched. I couldn't figure out the purpose of her staring, and tried to not look at her. (Which was nearly impossible)

So I thought that the stretches were weird and was relieved when I thought she was done. Boy was I wrong.... As she got to her feet, the twirling started. She placed her arms straight out like a windmill and started twirling in circles (right in front of me). Every time she did a full twirl (or spin) she would give me direct eye contact. My guess is she did maybe 20 spins, each time staring at me with a stone cold face. I'm pretty sure my face was bright red from not knowing how to deal with this crazy kook or where to look. At one point I was convinced that I was on a hidden camera tv show----(It hasn't aired yet, so I'm assuming this was a real-life situation)

Should I have told her to stop? Should I have told her to move? Should I have asked what in the @#$*%$#@$* she was doing? What exactly does twirling do? Is this a cultural thing? Does it tone the body? Is it cardio? Is it therapeutic?