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Body Conditioning

I go to gym regularly. It is a small local gym supported by a lot of students and people who just want to get fit. There are none of those people who go to gym to pick up someone or show off their new diamond earrings and Prada gym outfits (do they even make gym outfits?). It is really down to earth. You do however, find some who are a little self absorbed. There was one guy a few days ago - gorgeous. I did a double take. I was on the treadmill watching the pigeons outside bob timeously to the Gorillaz telling me to Feel Good through my headphones. Mr. Gorgeous hopped on the treadmill next to me and started running while examining his almost perfect body in the very large full length mirrors that I avoid eye contact with like the plague. Just as the Gorillaz where nearing the end of their song, I heard this high pitched squeal and all I saw was flailing arms. Mr. I-can't-stop-looking-at-myself had been distracted and had been spat out the rear end of the treadmill like a human cannonball. I stopped and went to help him without an ounce of judgement or a snigger. He said he was fine and that the machines can be really tricky. I just agreed and carried on with my workout. He disappeared shortly thereafter and then I laughed. I am sure he will never speak to me again!
The next day I decided to attend one of the aerobic / dance classes they have because I am so sick of the treadmill and that horrid machine that makes you look like you are cross country skiing in thin air. I didn't know it was a sort-of-dance class and was pleasantly surprised when we were gyrating to interesting African tunes and building up a sweat at the same time. It was a uniquely African experience. I unfortunately caught a glimpse of myself in those dreadful full length mirrors trying to move my flabby hips like some of the girls (and 1 guy) can and I nearly collapsed in laughter and embarrassment! I obviously was not there when the sexy gyrating hip moving gene was handed out. I donated mine to Shakira. I am going to go and try it out again later today and see if there is any improvement.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I know how you feel. I once got to watch myself playing in a basketball tournament and boy did I look slow and gumpy, just downright akward. It was horrible. One thing worse than watching yourself is hearing yourself. Hang in there with the class.

Unknown said...

It's not the looking akward that bothers me; it's the profuse sweating. Yuck - communal exercise equipment.

twanji said...
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twanji said...

You are so hilarious Wendy! Have I taught you nothing? Mr gym-rat should be wining and dining you as I type this comment! Everyone knows that gyms are an excellent place to meet people. There is a lot of truth in that saying "nice people finish last." While it was noble to help him out, you should have taken the necessary steps and turned your double take into a double date.

I have a love-hate relationship with mirrors. Whenever anyone looks at themselves in the mirror,no matter what you do compared to other people you always end up being the one who looks weird, so forget about it and have fun.

missy said...

I enjoy the classes more than the gym stuff really. I went on a belly dancing class... that was hilarious!

twanji said...

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Send me your e-mail address and I'll e-mail you the article I managed to trace - you have to re-read it! I hope the unnamed blogger won't be upset with me

Nicole said...

I just think that you are AWESOME for even working out. So many people wouldn't be able to laugh at themselves like you and keep going. I know a lot of people that see themselves working out in the mirror and NEVER go back. So see you are AWESOME in my eyes.

What class are you going to? Have you ever gone to a Body class? Like Body Step, Body Combat, Body Pump, or Body Flow? I think that it is from the UK? I just love those classes!