So I decided to be extra ambitious this morning and go to the gym...at 6:45am. My roommate Ella and I both rolled out of bed, put on our clothes with our eyes still shut, split a cookie dough power bar, and made the five minute trek to the gym. A University bus drove past us and the driver shook his head as if to say, "Idiots, if it weren't for this campus job I'd still be sleeping...what the hell are you doing?" Surprisingly, there was a decent amount of other idiots...I mean people...there as well. I decided to start on the mats with stretching and then abs. I chose one near the back, behind the basketball courts, so that when I began to struggle on my last rep no one would be witness but me. Eyes shut, Drake singing about his trust issues coming through my headphones, I began my workout. No sooner had I done twenty crunches when about thirty boys walked over to me, and stood in a half-moon circle around me. Appalled, I tried to pretend that it didn't phase me...until a coach came over as well. Now I was in the middle of a circle of pretty good looking boys, with a coach laying down orders and explaining drills, while I tried to continue my crunches and make it look like shit wasn't a big deal...coooool. That lasted about two minutes. As soon as I tried to do a bicycle crunch I kicked a boy in the shin (really graceful, and yes, they were standing that close)- I got up, pretended I had better things to do then be an unofficial member on whatever "team" they were on, and walked away...almost into a girl who was jumping rope. After avoiding what could have been another fiasco, I finally made it into the weight room, found a free treadmill (which is a miracle most of the time) and happily ran to some early-morning introspective-driven lyricism by Nas.
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