An Unplanned Thursday Workout
I am an avid hiker and generally try to stay active. The trouble is; I really like pizza. About a month ago it finally dawned on me that hiking just wasn’t enough. If I’m going to eat pizza for dinner on Tuesday and Saturday, then I need to join a fitness center where I can climb onto an elliptical on Monday and Wednesday evenings, and also Sunday morning.
So the last several weeks I’ve been going to the gym where I’ll spend a half hour on an elliptical. I don’t mess around, I go at it pretty good. There are pulse sensing handgrips on the ellipticals and once I get warmed up I try to maintain a heart rate of 120 per minute. I sweat. It’s not pretty. I don’t know how people can read a magazine while on an exercise bike, elliptical, or a treadmill. I’m too busy concentrating on keeping up my pace. I do all of this at a gym that has a couple of dozen treadmills, exercise bikes, ellipticals, and a huge section full of weight lifting machines. The self-inflicted torture costs me $20 a month.
On Wednesday a guy climbed aboard the elliptical that was about two feet to the right of my machine. As is my practice, I tried to discreetly give him a glance. I do that because I am both curious, and a normal girl. From what I was able to gather from my two second glance, he was a muscular, good-looking guy who was probably around thirty. Additionally, my nose told me he was also odorless, which is always a good thing.
It has occurred to me to slow down and go into a kind of “non-sweating mode” when doing cardio alongside a good-looking guy, but so far I’ve never actually done it. I guess I figure if I’m going to get dressed in exercise gear and drive to the gym, I might as well do what I intended to do.
Anyway, the guy had been alongside me for about five minutes when he said a hello and asked how I was doing. I thought he might be talking to someone else, so I gave a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. There was no one on the elliptical to his right, just me, on his left. A few seconds later he mumbled something about meeting him for a drink. He said that he had already “lifted” and he was just doing a little cardio to finish his workout. He then said that he could meet me in about twenty minutes anywhere I wanted.
For about two seconds I was flattered. Then the arrogance of his offer angered me. I mean, where does this guy get off asking me to meet him? What kind of girl does he think I am? It ran through my mind that he was just like all other muscular guys; egotistical. And if the muscular guy is also good-looking, the self-absorption is doubled.
I stopped my pedaling, turned his direction and in no uncertain terms said, “Forget it. No way.”
The guy rotated my direction as a puzzled look overtook his face. It was then I saw the Bluetooth in his right ear. Clearly confused, he muttered. “Excuse me?”
My mouth fell open though I could not speak. Finally I managed to babble, "Oh… never mind. I thought you were someone else.”
I still had twenty minutes left in the workout, but on this one occasion I figured I had done enough. I climbed from the elliptical, grabbed my towel, and hurried towards the door. This week instead of Wednesday, my workout was Thursday.
So the last several weeks I’ve been going to the gym where I’ll spend a half hour on an elliptical. I don’t mess around, I go at it pretty good. There are pulse sensing handgrips on the ellipticals and once I get warmed up I try to maintain a heart rate of 120 per minute. I sweat. It’s not pretty. I don’t know how people can read a magazine while on an exercise bike, elliptical, or a treadmill. I’m too busy concentrating on keeping up my pace. I do all of this at a gym that has a couple of dozen treadmills, exercise bikes, ellipticals, and a huge section full of weight lifting machines. The self-inflicted torture costs me $20 a month.
On Wednesday a guy climbed aboard the elliptical that was about two feet to the right of my machine. As is my practice, I tried to discreetly give him a glance. I do that because I am both curious, and a normal girl. From what I was able to gather from my two second glance, he was a muscular, good-looking guy who was probably around thirty. Additionally, my nose told me he was also odorless, which is always a good thing.
It has occurred to me to slow down and go into a kind of “non-sweating mode” when doing cardio alongside a good-looking guy, but so far I’ve never actually done it. I guess I figure if I’m going to get dressed in exercise gear and drive to the gym, I might as well do what I intended to do.
Anyway, the guy had been alongside me for about five minutes when he said a hello and asked how I was doing. I thought he might be talking to someone else, so I gave a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. There was no one on the elliptical to his right, just me, on his left. A few seconds later he mumbled something about meeting him for a drink. He said that he had already “lifted” and he was just doing a little cardio to finish his workout. He then said that he could meet me in about twenty minutes anywhere I wanted.
For about two seconds I was flattered. Then the arrogance of his offer angered me. I mean, where does this guy get off asking me to meet him? What kind of girl does he think I am? It ran through my mind that he was just like all other muscular guys; egotistical. And if the muscular guy is also good-looking, the self-absorption is doubled.
I stopped my pedaling, turned his direction and in no uncertain terms said, “Forget it. No way.”
The guy rotated my direction as a puzzled look overtook his face. It was then I saw the Bluetooth in his right ear. Clearly confused, he muttered. “Excuse me?”
My mouth fell open though I could not speak. Finally I managed to babble, "Oh… never mind. I thought you were someone else.”
I still had twenty minutes left in the workout, but on this one occasion I figured I had done enough. I climbed from the elliptical, grabbed my towel, and hurried towards the door. This week instead of Wednesday, my workout was Thursday.
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