much, much better.
did legs today. the bsmt was quiet, save 2 guys down there sweating it out. one of them wasnt wearing shoes. well, okaaaaaaaay, whatever floats your boat, but really...i suppose that dropping a weight on your foot with or without shoes would kill, but shoes give the *imagined* notion of protection.
at one point, one of the guys interrupted my set on the cable to take a 25lb weight away which was propped against the machine. uhm, there are plenty of other ones laying around the fucking gym. i'm pretty sure that one specific weight was NOT the solitary one in the entire basement. and even if he did leave it there, could he not have waited until i was done before interrupting me? he later came up to me and wanted to know if he could share a set on the leg extension machine. i was done at that point and told him to just have at 'er. really, when i'm at the gym, i just wait for someone to be finished. i'll go and do other things rather than talk to someone, or i'll go to a different area of the gym to see if a similar machine is unoccupied. hey, i'm an introvert...i'd rather avoid contact at all costs.
really, the workout interruptions fucking piss me off, big time. the other day i was in there, a lady walked in and as she did, i saw her looking at me. and it was in the way that only other women reserve for each other, the oh i wonder what SHE is doing and look at her and the appraisal up and down to ensure you're not the ugliest/fattest/whatever look. i'm sure i've done it (which i feel embarassed to admit), and have been on the reciprocating end of it too. so i continue on with my workout and she fucking decides to take the bench next to me, but not without interrupting my shoulder set to ask if the bench beside me is taken. fuck off, what do i look like? the gym coordinator? get lost. so then like a complete idiot, i indulge her and answer and then being a stupid lout, stop my set and try to move my bench over so she has room. fuck that! in the future, i'm staying put, regardless of how close my fucking bench is. and before anyone gets freaky on me, there were 5 other unoccupied benches down there, so she did NOT have to fucking interrupt me.
i can not wait till september starts and the school kids are out of there. it's day camp at the Y so that means oodles of small kids running amock in the change room, too. it makes me want to inquire about upgrading my membership to the fit club level so that i can be in a locker room which isnt occupied by the general public and i can keep my shit there if so desired because they'll assign me a permanent locker. sooooo incredibly tempted to switch over, but aside from the quieter locker room, there isnt much of a difference. they have a hot tub there, but i'd never sit in it, seeing as they have had signs posted which say ''do not shave your legs in the hot tub"....GROSS. who would do that??
anyway, the kids have been all over the lockerroom and there are days when i just want to growl at them and tell them to get the fuck out of the way. i just avoid eye contact, keep the earbuds in, and hope they wont talk to me. some try because i have an armband ipod, but most just do their thing. the floor is constantly wet and there are always towels everywhere and i find i get at my limit of patience, but just keep remembering that there are only a few weeks left and the little asswipes are gone. buh-bye, no more day camps, you bastards.
yesterday a clearly mentally challenged kid came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "what's wrong with your forehead?" she saw my mole there and didnt know what it was. i was irritated. yes, i know it's ugly and what not, but it's always been there and i never think too much about it. so i just looked at her and said "nothing" and continued on. it was at that moment where i wanted to say something really snarky or ignore her, but i couldnt. oh but i wanted to.
today's morning work out was good. i felt GOOD to be leaving there and know i have the whole day ahead of me to do whatever. what will i do? likely i'll procrastinate...what a waste.
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much, much better.
did legs today. the bsmt was quiet, save 2 guys down there sweating it out. one of them wasnt wearing shoes. well, okaaaaaaaay, whatever floats your boat, but really...i suppose that dropping a weight on your foot with or without shoes would kill, but shoes give the *imagined* notion of protection.
at one point, one of the guys interrupted my set on the cable to take a 25lb weight away which was propped against the machine. uhm, there are plenty of other ones laying around the fucking gym. i'm pretty sure that one specific weight was NOT the solitary one in the entire basement. and even if he did leave it there, could he not have waited until i was done before interrupting me? he later came up to me and wanted to know if he could share a set on the leg extension machine. i was done at that point and told him to just have at 'er. really, when i'm at the gym, i just wait for someone to be finished. i'll go and do other things rather than talk to someone, or i'll go to a different area of the gym to see if a similar machine is unoccupied. hey, i'm an introvert...i'd rather avoid contact at all costs.
really, the workout interruptions fucking piss me off, big time. the other day i was in there, a lady walked in and as she did, i saw her looking at me. and it was in the way that only other women reserve for each other, the oh i wonder what SHE is doing and look at her and the appraisal up and down to ensure you're not the ugliest/fattest/whatever look. i'm sure i've done it (which i feel embarassed to admit), and have been on the reciprocating end of it too. so i continue on with my workout and she fucking decides to take the bench next to me, but not without interrupting my shoulder set to ask if the bench beside me is taken. fuck off, what do i look like? the gym coordinator? get lost. so then like a complete idiot, i indulge her and answer and then being a stupid lout, stop my set and try to move my bench over so she has room. fuck that! in the future, i'm staying put, regardless of how close my fucking bench is. and before anyone gets freaky on me, there were 5 other unoccupied benches down there, so she did NOT have to fucking interrupt me.
i can not wait till september starts and the school kids are out of there. it's day camp at the Y so that means oodles of small kids running amock in the change room, too. it makes me want to inquire about upgrading my membership to the fit club level so that i can be in a locker room which isnt occupied by the general public and i can keep my shit there if so desired because they'll assign me a permanent locker. sooooo incredibly tempted to switch over, but aside from the quieter locker room, there isnt much of a difference. they have a hot tub there, but i'd never sit in it, seeing as they have had signs posted which say ''do not shave your legs in the hot tub"....GROSS. who would do that??
anyway, the kids have been all over the lockerroom and there are days when i just want to growl at them and tell them to get the fuck out of the way. i just avoid eye contact, keep the earbuds in, and hope they wont talk to me. some try because i have an armband ipod, but most just do their thing. the floor is constantly wet and there are always towels everywhere and i find i get at my limit of patience, but just keep remembering that there are only a few weeks left and the little asswipes are gone. buh-bye, no more day camps, you bastards.
yesterday a clearly mentally challenged kid came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "what's wrong with your forehead?" she saw my mole there and didnt know what it was. i was irritated. yes, i know it's ugly and what not, but it's always been there and i never think too much about it. so i just looked at her and said "nothing" and continued on. it was at that moment where i wanted to say something really snarky or ignore her, but i couldnt. oh but i wanted to.
today's morning work out was good. i felt GOOD to be leaving there and know i have the whole day ahead of me to do whatever. what will i do? likely i'll procrastinate...what a waste.
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