The gym is a microcosm of the earth’s inhabitants, therefore mysteries abound.
The following are a few that I observed during my adventure tonight:
- A see-through lace tank top isn’t exactly “gym attire”
- Make up doesn’t help you sweat any less
- Mean stares seem to be the part of the salutation norm
- If you really need to have a conversation about your garden club meeting, can you do so in your car before you hop on the treadmill?
- Turn it down please
Let me elaborate before you accuse me of being a mean person.
The dreaded club clothes: I don’t think that everyone should be in compression gear and dry fit material; that would be obnoxious and sometimes we can’t splurge on a tank we’re going to sweat our asses off in. A basic T-shirt will suffice. Nike shorts are a hot commodity these days, I hear. There are so many options…I just can’t fathom going through my closet, picking out a shirt I might wear to Fred’s, and rocking it in the gym while I’m doing squats.
Make up is nice sometimes: This one I just can’t wrap my head around. I enjoy going to the gym bright and early. It helps me clear my head before the day starts and acts as a stress relief for the rest of the day. I would NEVER wake up an hour earlier to make sure my false eyelashes looked halfway decent. I can totally understand if you’re coming straight from work and want to get a run in. I don’t think an early morning gym session constitutes a full face of make up.
Staring is awkward: Why are people so mean at the gym? Why do you look so mad? What’s really going on? I have so much respect for people who are attempting to live an active lifestyle. Why would I ostracize someone with a mean stare just because he/she doesn’t look like a “regular?” Again, I rarely go to the gym at night so this is just an observation from one random evening at my local gym.
Talking about ferns: Having a conversation while in close proximity to others is a little weird. Having a conversation while on the treadmill adjusting your incline is really weird. Save it for later please. It’s common courtesy.
Rocking out: Hey bro, I’m so glad you enjoy Limp Biskit. It reminds me of sixth grade, which was a good year for me. Please do your dignity a favor and turn it down a notch so I don’t have to hear your bench press pattern that just so happens to coincide with the rhythm of the song.
I suppose this is my attempt to figure out these quirks. I love going to the gym because it’s my “me” time. I can stay as long as I want most days, and I can get some serious tension relief. It seems as though some people still crave a distraction (besides the obnoxious amount of TVs displaying Sports Center) from their gym routine. Maybe you should try a new circuit set or a new form of cardio?