Before any gym talk happens, can I just say that I miss being tan? I am a pasty Northerner right now, and it’s unsightly the way the sun reflects off of my skin. Which is a daily reminder that I need to go somewhere warm. That is all.
Last week was an interesting one at good old LTF. Wednesday night, Elle J. and I went to “Athletic Yoga”. Which I’ve heard is a decent class. And apparently, I heard wrong. This class was about as far from athletic as you can get – “Yoga Naptime” would have been a more appropriate class title. I literally almost fell asleep. And didn’t break a sweat. To be fair, the instructor would have been great for an intro to yoga course. Just not the class that we were supposed to be experiencing. Here’s the thing: I don’t choose to spend an hour at the gym to sit in downward dog or child’s pose. f I’m going to be at the gym for an hour, then I’d better be a grease ball when I leave. To make matters worse, our instructor had a super northern Minny accent. And I have the sense of humor of a twelve year old. The combination of which means I spent the hour trying my hardest not to giggle aloud. Great.job.Cort.
And, although this has been stated before, additions to the list of things that you should not do to get a girl’s attention at the gym. (ahem, Guantanamo. dun-dun-dun….)
1. When two girls are lifting and clearly avoiding eye contact with you, whilst locked in conversation with one another, do not interrupt them to pretend like ya’ll are good friends. It’s.just.weird.
2. Saying you’ve been working out for three hours when you haven’t broken a sweat? Yes, this again is going to make them think you are a creep.
3. Following them across the gym to another machine, and getting on said machine to again interrupt gossip session is never a good idea. If she’s not interested on the weight room floor, she’s really not interested on the cardio machines.
4. Following all of this by asking for her number in front of the entire cardio floor? Yeah, you just made everyone’s workout awkward. Thanks, pal.
Creepiness at the gym = bad. I really don’t want to feel like I need a bodyguard to walk me to my car after a workout. Really. Thanks, but no. Why don’t you go creep on that workoutaholic on the eliptical instead, she’s been here for two hours and looks like she could use a friend.
It‘s quiet in here! Why not leave some love?