Day 26 at My Not So Gem of a Gym
A while ago I wrote a post about the not so welcoming demeanor of my gym’s personell and other unfortunate events that occur in my place of workout. After I wrote the post, I wondered if it was all in my head… until yesterday.
I will pat myself on the back a bit by saying that this marks my sixth week of training for the color run in New Orleans in November. My regimen has been a full hour-long workout, five days a week. Actually, next time you receive a comment from me, I will most likely be posting it from either the treadmill, stationary bicycle, or the locker room where I am stealing towels. Wait, what?
The way I train is to run in intervals. This week, I have worked my way up to running six-minute intervals broken up by one minute of walking. I repeat that five times. Anyway, yet another odd interaction happened to me yesterday during my run.
I was jamming to Alanis in attempts to get that angry run going. I had only gotten through two intervals when the owner of the gym
scared the endorphins out of me approached me in a normal manner. He practically jumped on the belt and started running with me. After realizing that he was actually just trying to talk to me, I slowed down to a brisk walk and unplugged my ears. This is the conversation that ensued:
Mr. Oblivious-to-Personal-Space: “Where are you going?”
Me (confused and trying not to hyperventilate in his face): “Uh, *gasp* I wasn’t *gulp* aware I was *gasp* going anywhere. After all, *gasp* I am on a treadmill, aren’t I?”
Mr. I-Stare-At-You-Working Out: “Are you going to work or something?”
Me (my WTF face is now starting to show): “Uh, I just got off work, why would I go back? Again, aren’t I on a treadmill?”
Mr. Keeps-Offering-Me-Something-Called-An-Alignment-Session: “The system gave us a notice that you are revoking your membership. Are you moving out of the apartments for work or something?”
Me (a little annoyed that he has taken up my whole walking minute): “You must have the wrong girl.”
Mr. I-Shouldn’t-Interrupt-People-While-They-Are-Sweating-Profusely-Because-it-Might-Be-Awkward: “No, I saw your face when it came up in the computer.”
Me (desperately. need. sip. of. water!): “Unless I am being evicted, and they decided to tell you before me, I can assure you I am not moving or canceling my free membership. That would be silly. I am in here all of the time.”
Mr. We-Obviously-Don’t -Like-Your-Kind-Around-Here: “We will have to check that out.”
We will have to check that out? What does that mean? It sounded so skeptical. I feel this is definitely some elaborate conspiracy to kick me out of the gym. I know my keys take up a lot of room on the key hook, sometimes I forget to scan my card, and on occasion I have mindlessly stolen a towel or two from the locker room, but come on! To top things off, The Attractive Male from 301 has ceased his gym visits all together now. I am afraid my doom is inevitable.
- Treadmill Workouts That Won’t Bore You To Tears (refinery29.com)
- In America, pudgy pets hit the treadmill, too (todayonline.com)
- Workout Wednesday: I Hate The Treadmill Workout (crazyrunninglegs.com)
Posted on October 16, 2012, in Fitness, Humor and tagged 25tofly, 5k runs, bad gym, bad personal trainer, Becca Cord, canceling a gym membership, color run new orleans, fitness training, get fit at the right gym, how to train for a run, I don't like my gym, lose weight in 8 weeks, my gym doesn't like me, running in intervals, the color run, training for a 5k, workout regimen. Bookmark the permalink. 70 Comments.