New Things That Derail My Workout (And Why I Will Never Meet Mr. Wonderful at the Gym)
Thursday, June 08, 2017
So - I am a total of 32 pounds down since I resurrected (again). I still have not broken the 200 lb mark, and I am looking to do that in the next two to three weeks. That being said, I thought more cardio (or ANY cardio) and strength training daily may accelerate my deal over here. In that spirit, I also got my *** to mars (the gym) yesterday which I have gone to about three times over my almost-year-long membership. Sixty mins of treadmill plus another 30 with a friend in the park afterwards left me hurting but not dead, which is a breakthrough in itself.
Today I was going toward another 60 to 90 mins of walking for day two. Got my *** to mars again, but today there were martians. Not many...but one is enough. I accidentally discovered the prime time for privacy at my gym (2 pm) and was excited to have less distractions and more privacy. All the treadmills (rows of them) were open and waiting and I parked myself on one almost center.
To most this is no big deal, but for an introvert-ish person like me, I was derailed. Some dude from the weight machines came over and parked himself on the treadmill next to me. Seriously? Are you trying to get the center TV to see your soaps? Maybe! But I was put off nonetheless. An entire room full of open mills and you're going to go next to the one and only human there who, I am sure, was just giving off the "come and talk to me" vibe (NOT!) the whole time?? He looked at me and I kept my head still, shifting my eyes as far to the corner to see who I was dealing with without turning my head or acknowledging his presence.
I could see enough that he was buff. No way. I am not going to walk three inches from you in all my jigglin' glory with your buff-bad self for over an hour. No.
Self-consciousness set in and strangled me. I felt too rude to move to another mill. So I left. I had walked a total of four minutes, and laughed at myself the whole way home. I still am laughing, though I am also bothered as well that I was derailed. How ridiculous but yet...funny.
I don't know if buff guy had a head, 'cause I wouldn't look. I only hoped he wasn't paying much attention to me at all or when I actually came in and began my four minute "work out". The girls at the desk I am sure were like, "wow, way to start small."
So now I am home and have to face Leslie Sansone in the isolation of my living room again. Will retry the gym hopefully before work this evening. But then I'll probably see someone I know.