NORMAN — I’ve by no means ever painted myself as a person who enjoys time at the gym. Instead, I’m usually the one that is on the treadmill counting down the minutes until I can get off, go home and resume my normal position on the couch.
Some of my fellow gymmates, though, seem to really like going. There’s those girls who can carry on a conversation while on the elliptical. I’m not quite sure how they do it, but I applaud them for not only having a good workout buddy but also that they are both healthy enough to talk about current events or whatever the Kardashians are doing.
They also have on cute little workout clothes, not some old T-shirt and yoga pants like I usually wear to the gym. Also, they seem to be able to keep their makeup on, while mine is slipping off my face with every step I make.
As I’m wiping my forehead every two seconds, I wonder what those girls are doing at the gym in the first place. Their thighs are toned perfectly and their arms don’t resemble waving flags, like mine. But, I assume, going to the gym daily is what got them those perfect hard bodies.
Trying to get those toned thighs and arms has driven me to try my hand at weightlifting. I always laugh at myself when I get on one of those strength training contraptions.
There’s a brief moment where I wonder if my legs go there or if my arms go here. I’m sure that at my gym’s employee Christmas party, they roll out footage of me trying to get on the leg flexor. I can picture them laughing and replaying footage of me falling off or climbing on.