I went to the gym today, assuming that everyone else would be out with their lovers celebrating Valentines' Day. There are apparently a lot more singles at my gym than I thought because the gym was PACKED. I creepily hovered by the treadmills for a few minutes, trying to see who had the least amount of time left but then decided that I didn't have enough time and did some cross training instead. I don't know if it was because today was Valentines' Day (or as some call it, Singles Awareness Day), but I got stared at excessively at the gym today. It probably had something to do with the fact that I was trying to be super hard core on the elliptical, since I couldn't get on a treadmill or maybe it was because I've decided I work out harder when I make really intense faces at the wall. Either way, there was excessive staring and all I wanted to do was say to the men "can't you see I'm disgusting? I am dripping with sweat, bright red, and panting. This is not cute. Go away." Instead, I continued to stare at the wall while making intense faces and pretending they weren't there. Happy Valentines' Day.
89 days to go.
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