my 45 minute hill workout on the treadmill was fab-u-lous. even better, the guy next to me who got on the treadmill after me, got off before me. granted he was running faster, but i was climbing higher. it's the stupid stuff like that that make my day :)
as i did a lap around the indoor track to cool down and stopped to stretch, i noticed that the late night hour meant the gym was crawling with guys. i didn't really stop to assess their cuteness, as i hate making eye contact with guys at the gym. mainly because i'm sweaty and don't want to give anyone any reason to think i am checking them out. plus i know they're checking me out and in the context of me being at the gym, it grosses me out. i felt like a sitting duck in my short spandex shorts and sweaty wifebeater tank, bending my lower limbs every which way to get in a good stretch. you know when you can feel someone looking at you? yeah, that's what i was feeling and when i looked up the guy on the military press machine caught my gaze. gross gross gross. he tried to say something, but i just put on my jacket and left.
i stopped by the bookstore on the way home, still in my shorts and jacket, still sweaty and no doubt stinky. i sat and leafed through some books in the career and writing sections when an older man (probably 20 years my senior) approached me to ask what kind of job i was looking for, what i did for a living, what would i want to be doing? am i am entreprenuer etc. etc...he told me i looked "industrious" or something like that...i'm giving him polite but very short answers hoping he just leaves. all the while i'm thinking, "seriously? i'm fresh from my workout and he's trying to impress me by telling me i'm "industrious?" he's clearly not getting the hint and extends his hand out to shake my hand! i'm thinking, sir do you not notice the sweaty strands of hair plastered to my face and the white salty residue on my shorts?!! my hand is probably not the cleanest hand you could be shaking right now...a little more small talk and then he finally says goodbye and leaves.
perhaps my runs leave me with an irresistable glow that men flock to. maybe i should be hitting the bars after a run. not that i want to meet men there...i mean i guess the bookstore is as good as any place to meet a man. at least you know he's literate. maybe next time i'll wander into the sport and health section...or the magazine section and find the one reading money or fortune...or runner's world...
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You know, as sweaty as people get working out, I do think that we look good afterward: The natural flush and spark in the eye is appealing. If I were a man, I'd probably hit on you and call you "industrious" too!
P.S. I had the LONGEST word verification on this comment!
Take it, take it, take all of it you can get, girl, because I just spent the day at the gym AND in a coffeeshop and didn't get hit on once! Remember that Sex and the City episode where Miranda's all gross and sweaty at the gym, but that hot guy hits on her anyway (and later they have awesome sex)? That could be you!
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