First off, I had a great workout. I didn’t get as many pushups as my current record of 85 in a session, but I managed 75, so yeah. I did 15 chinups, but on the very last one, something in my left lat kind of tore/twanged, so I, uh, quit doing that.
Now, let’s go upstairs.
I get on the only viable treadmill, which is next to a guy who kind of looks like Newman from Seinfeld.
He’s running along at a fairly good clip, and I’m not paying much attention to him. Until I see him peripherally looking directly over at me. Or so I think. Turns out he’s staring at a woman who’d stopped running around the little indoor track to tie her shoelace and/or futz with her iPod. Okay, whatever. Sometimes, people have their “favorites” in a gym, so I’m not giving it much thought. Besides, I’m just there to bang out my 500 calories worth of running fun.
But then spin class gets out. This means a couple dozen sweaty young ladies start pouring down the stairs beside me and Newman. He leers at every one of them. He’s giving them this little scary stalker kind of look. (I’m only seeing this peripherally, but the vibes I’m getting are driving me nuts). He’s staring at EVERYONE! (On one hand, it’s kind of impressive how well he can run on a treadmill with his head completely sideways to gawk, because were *I* to attempt this, I’d fall off and bang my jawbone on the way down.)
Now, I have to control my unbearable urge to PUNCH the FUCK out of this guy for staring at people. For me, it’s almost like sexual assaut to gawk at people at a gym. People (for the most part) are there to work out. They’re in their own little space, using the equipment around them to better themselves. They dress (for the most part) appropriate to the exercises they intend to perform. It’s assault of a sort (harrassment at least, for certain) to gawk at people working out.
And then, the exception.
This one woman stands at the bottom area just before the workout space, talking to a male friend. She’s dressed in a very low cut top that accentuates her proudest assets. She’s motioning in this way that brings lots of movement, and talking with the friend, and staring up at everyone on the treadmills, who look down on her when not staring straight ahead at the four TVs. Basically, it’s obvious that she’s trying to draw attention to herself while protesting to her friend that she seems to be drawing attention to herself. Gag. You know? Gag.
Woof. Boy, did I get up on my sandbox this morning. Great workout, just the same. In fact, I was treated to the video for Limp Bizkit’s Rollin, which was on my marathon mix. Really got me to pump out a few minutes of fury during my run.