I like the Cardio Theater at my gym- a dark room with plenty of cardio equipment where no one is looking at each other- which, at an urban gym where the clothing is tight and the cougars are prowling, it is good to be invisible. I walk in and there is only one gentleman running on a treadmill. Although, once the guy started talking, that was incredibly crowded.
He walked over to my eliptical machine and said "Do you work out here often?". I was caught off guard and stuttered "um, yes I suppose so". He continued to stand next to my machine and after a few seconds, said "How long have you been working out?". At this point, I start laughing because I didn't know there were location-specific pick up lines. I said "I'm sorry, do you need something? I am training for a race and want to focus." He was not impressed, and said again "How long have you been working out?". I threw out something dumb like "I don't know, 15 years maybe?". He looked at me appreciatively and said "It shows".
I should probably have gotten huffy about being objectified by a cheeky stranger, but I started laughing. I am working hard, but two babes in two years have left me looking more like I have lived on cheesecake for a year and not like I am a regular at the gym. He gets an A for effort though. And I have to admit I walked out of the gym with a little more confidence. I should give myself a break- no one is as critical of my body as I am. Grant still grabs my ass whenever he walks by and that is almost as good as a creepy stranger in the cardio theater.
|Me nerding it up on our Hemingway tour in northern Michigan.|