Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Can't I just take a pill?
I dragged my ass to the gym today. I've been slacking off because of the move, vacation and just general summer mayhem, so it was time.
I decided to take it easy and not take the class I would have normally taken on a Wednesday. It involves a lot of cardio, and I wasn't really in the mood to have a heart attack today.
I was making my way around the weight machine curcuit when one of the gym's personal trainer guys walks right up to me and starts saying something. I couldn't hear him at first because I had Ira Glass blaring in my ears, and frankly I was a little confused.
I don't talk to anyone around me at the gym unless we are in a class together. I feel weird even making eye contact with anyone while I am on the weight machines, and here's this guy I don't even know striking up a conversation with me.
"Would you like me to show you a better way to work out your chest?"
"Excuse me?" A thousand snarky and/or pervy retorts immediately flooded my brain.
I think the gym is trying to drum up business for their personal trainers so they are sending them out on what essentially boils down to "cold calls".
I can just hear their morning meetings:
"Well guys and gals, no one wants to pay the ridiculous personal trainer fees we have so why don't you get out there and try to get some of our memebers hooked by giving out a few freebies. Try the "mom types" first. They're desperate for attention."
I figured it wouldn't kill me to see what this personal training thing was all about even if I'll never have the extra funds to actually hire one.
He was nice and seemed to know what he was talking about. He was sort of cute in a clean cut way, but...he was wearing cologne. Why cover up the very thing you are trying to be while at the gym?
Sweaty can be sexy, though for the record, there are different kinds of sweaty. Sweaty from exercise, mowing the lawn, sex or fixing shit is hot. Sweaty from the anticipation of getting to the next level of a video is not.
So this cologne-wearing pretty boy is showing me some free weight stuff and some stability ball exercises I can do and offers me a free session. Free is good.
Then he asks for my name and phone number, "I'll call you tonight if I have any kind of scheduling conflict."
Part of me hopes that he does have some sort of conflict. It feels really strange to have someone standing there, watching me do exercises and now I have to do it for a whole hour.
What have I gotten myself into?
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