Le Gym
There are too many familiar faces at my gym.
For instance, today, I saw my kindergarten boyfriend. I used to call him Robert John, but everyone calls him “RJ” now, he is some sort of wrestler and has long hair. I avoided all conversation/contact/interaction with him because who likes awkward moments? The speech pathologist I volunteer for goes there too, and a bunch of people from high school.
Anyways, I go down the stairs to the reception-less (re: phone) gym, which used to be a movie theatre when I was in elementary school, obviously a really shitty theatre. Get changed, fill up my water bottle, go to the 12pm group step class. The crowd is just… I feel weird being there sometimes. My “classmates” are middle aged house wives looking for something to do with their time, they chat about their kids, finding a nanny, their vacations, etc etc… I never feel out of place!
But I like the class. Initially, I thought it would be really lame aerobics type of stuff, but it’s pretty high impact cardio that makes me sweat. It’s gross, sweat literally drips down my face, which I like to equate to “it’s working!”. The instructor is funny, we work out to Michael Jackson’s Thriller, throw in some zombie arms and silly haunting laughs. We step for half an hour, then the other half hour is a strengthening core work out that makes me want to die. The entire hour is supposed to burn 540 calories, not bad.
My problem with group exercise is that some people have no sense of personal space. How am I supposed to do a lunge with someone idiot who doesn’t know to put her shit away and move closer to the front? I’ve considered kicking them… but that’s not nice. I’m not very nice… sometimes.
I really should be studying…
