I'm a magnet...

for odd people at the gym!

Tonight's encounter was the complete opposite of Mr. Muscles. This girl, well, I'm still trying to process her. The gym on campus gets busy at certain times - those times when classes are just letting out, lunch, etc. My typical Tuesday time is around 3 after my last class. It's always busy and chances are you'll be waiting for a treadmill.


I lucked out today and didn't have to wait. So there I am running my heart out, sweating like a man, and I notice this girl throw her stuff down on the treadmill next to me. She proceeds to place her notes for class up on the ledge along with her phone, and then jumped up there herself. Okay, point one - she's wearing jeans. I'm thinking to myself, "what kinda work out is she going to do in jeans!!"


And she's off...sort of. She increases her speed to 2.0. 2.0 Now I'm not saying that's bad, because I realize that for some people that's all they can do, so I'm not trying to be offensive, but really she was barely moving. Please keep in mind that there are people waiting to use the machines!!! I was stunned. How can people be that oblivious.


I deduced that she was there because there was a guy working out that she was staring at, but it wasn't reciprocated. I feel like someone should tell her that if he had noticed her, he would have been wondering what that girl was doing on the treadmill in jeans.


I'm really glad that I wasn't one of the people waiting, because I might have had to step in and ask her nicely to get off.


Not real.

Letter to Mr. Muscles

Dear Big Armed Gym Guy,

I’m not sure you remember me, even though you probably should, but I was on the elliptical machine next to you yesterday. The reason I think that you should remember me is because you were clearly interested in studying my screen to see how many miles I'd traveled and how fast I was going. Now, while I enjoy competition, I feel that it was not warranted at that time. Just because you can go at 8.5 miles per hour does not mean that I have to do the same. If this is your way of showing off, it really wasn't working. However, I am flattered that you care what I think.

I'm sorry if you misconstrued my looking in your general direction as mutual interest in your elliptical stats, but I was actually looking past you to see if the treadmills were free so that I could go ahead and get my run in. I’ll concede, however, that your arms are very large and beautiful, but if I’m being honest, I’ve seen better – don’t feel bad though, I’m still not convinced he was human. :)

Now I’m not going to take up anymore of your time because I’m sure you have to go lift something, but just know that not everyone comes to the gym to compete with others, some of us really are there to workout/get healthy/etc.

Thanks for you time,
Island Girl

and on a related note...

Dear Gym Manager,

I understand that the temperature outside is in the low 40's, but the gym is not the place for heat. It is incredibly hard to run when there is zero air circulating and you feel like you're traveling through the Sahara. So if you wouldn't mind, please go over to the knob on the wall and give it a huge twist to the left.

Thanks,
Island Girl

Tuesday is Monday?

I'm back from a fabulous three day weekend! As a result of MLK day and having Monday classes off, the powers that be decided Monday classes should meet on Tuesday, so that we don't behind a day on Monday classes, so we skip Tuesday classes all together and go straight to Wednesday. Confused yet? As a result of this screwed up concept, I'm having a terrible time keeping my week straight.

I'm slightly embarrassed to say that I'm just now feeling recovered from the weekends events. If you remember I went to spend time with the wonderful Classy. We, as usual, had a wonderful time, and I'm happy to report that we still have "it" - whatever that may be. I'll just direct you to her for a full recap, but it suffices to say that we're pretty much amazing! In all we were able to score at least four rounds of drinks (on the house) for our party, an order of mini corn dogs (for the b-day girl), and a couple of beers to keep the boys happy while we shamelessly flirted with the bartender. I'm pretty sure if we had asked for them to give us ownership of the bar, they would have. We're the perfect example of what happens when you only get out once every few months :) As Classy's Mr. Perfect so wisely put it the next morning: "You have to know you're limits even when the drinks are free." So wise, so wise. Nonetheless, I'm trying to decide when my schedule permits me visit again; hopefully sometime soon!


However, like all good times they have to come to an end and now I'm back to the class, gym, class, routine again. Having gone running shoe shopping with Classy, I decided it was time to retire the current pair - they lived a good life - and purchase some new ones. I went to a local store that finds the perfect shoe for your foot, depending on whether you over or under pronate. I apparently, over pronate slightly, so they recommended New Balance 859's.

I.Love.Them.

I didn't realize how much I loved them until I went to the gym. I didn't even realize I was running - I felt like I was floating on air, as odd as that sounds. I didn't know a pair of shoes should make that big of a difference. I ran further today than I have in a long time! Again, I love these shoes!

Alright, time for my weekly addiction - the Biggest Loser!