…and I haven’t kicked anybody. Yet. I’m actually quite encouraged!
Six months ago I decided to bite the bullet and join a gym. Again. My history with fitness centers hasn’t always been, shall we say, the most pleasant. I have an extremely low tolerance for sweat hogs who don’t wipe down machines after generously leaving bodily fluids all over them, social butterflies who think everyone within a 12 foot radius wants to hear all about what a big, fat jackwad their boyfriend is, and dupa dumpers – the sad, poor souls who come in, dump their dupa on a machine, and proceed to spend more time staring at the ceiling instead of actually DOING something.
I can honestly say that after umpteen visits, the desperate need to just go up and kick somebody in the head – HARD – has only occurred a handful of times. (I have shown amazing restraint in this area and think my efforts should be handsomely rewarded with a freezerful of Moose Tracks and unlimited margaritas. Just sayin’). I’ve actually spent many an amused hour trying not to laugh hysterically at the hormones with feet, (you know, high school kids), trying so hard not check out the girls who have less on than, well, this.
All in all, getting back on the weights has been pretty positive. I don’t think I’ve lost any weight, but that wasn’t the reason I headed back over to the dark side. I was long, long, LONG overdue for cross-training and needed to try to find some way to get rid of this blasted ITBS. I’m still not sure if it’s working, thanks to some delayed knee pain after my 7 miler yesterday, but I’m still hopeful. Plus I still haven’t given up hope on one day looking like her.
Enjoy the ride.
Do you find yourself wanting to kick someone in the head when you’re at the gym? Easily irritated by dupa dumpers? How do YOU deal with it?