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If you go to a gym long enough, you see some interesting stuff. Some of it ... more common. Like the guy who screams like he's dying while leg-pressing the weight of half a car. Like the dude who turns paler by the second, minces over to the calf machine, bends and plays show and tell with the breakfast he ate an hour before. Like the gal who looks like a dude.
Then there are the rarer occasions. Like the guy wearing make-up who approaches you in the locker room, and when you discuss becoming physically "cut" ... he tells you there are various means of getting "cut" ... such as with knives. Yes, that really happened.
But it's the rarest of occasions you get a Lindsay Lohan walking, err ... gliding through the door. Face glistening. Eyes full of wonderment. That really happened, too. At a gym, not far up the road from the Cirque Lodge, where Lindsay is rehabbing.
She was wearing a black tank and shorts. After a while, she threw on a black ball cap to go incognito. Not sure how she does that. She is Lindsay Lohan.
She didn't stay long. The best I could put together, she was there for about 20-minutes max. Did some cardio work on the stationary bike. Laughed with a gentlemen who was likely a worker with Cirque. Then, to the chagrin of, well, myself, it was time for her to bail.
Not that I was stalking her. But she is Lindsay Lohan. I think I might have even caught her eye.
Anyway ... the take home point is, I was shocked with how ordinary she seemed. And not in a strung-out way. She was just another very cute girl at the gym. Still Lindsay Lohan. But not, "Stop the presses!!! Look! There's Lindsay Lohan."
It's amazing how bigger than life tabloid media attention makes a Lindsay Lohan, or a Britney Spears, or a Paris Hilton. Really, these are more or less average people when they're not on the silver screen or trying to take up a singing career. It makes you feel sorry for her predicament. All those pesky tabloid photographers around every corner, looking to get the money shot. All those pesky tabloid reporters, looking for the inside gossip. This reporter at least had the thought in his mind to approach her, then walked away. It was the right thing to do. Edward R. Murrow would have tossed his cigar in respect. Oh, and I couldn't really use my cellphone to snap a pic for my buddies because it makes a really loud noise. I thought I might get busted.