That Awkward Moment

When it comes to exercise, I am one of those people who gets so caught up in my own mind and workout that I rarely notice other people around me. That’s not to say that I’m rude and will walk on top of someone lying on the mat doing their girl crunches (HAPPENED TO ME AND MY HAIR WILL NEVER BE THE SAME). Or that I take dumbbells straight out of someone’s hand- also happened to me and I took them right back thank you very much. I’m also not above being a little bit of a show-off when I see some hot shot walk over, grab a pair of dumbbells, and start making the loudest, unnecessary sounds possible. Yes, hi, you’re interrupting my Britney jam-time and you’re not lifting that much.  I then choose ten to twenty pounds heavier than they have and perform the exercise with ease and keep my feelings to myself. My point is, that when I’m working out, I don’t care what people think of me. I hope I look like a hot sweaty mess because that means I’m doing a good job.

Sorry, my hair is tied into a wet knot on top of my head and my eyes have goggle imprints. It’s because I just got out of the pool. My make-up is smudged, face beet-red, and I look like I might pass out at any moment because I just ran on a treadmill in this heat-infested hellhole because the snow and cold kept me inside all winter long. This is in no way a means to brag, it’s just a fact. I rarely even notice any of this unless I happen to pass by a mirror and have a look at myself. 

The real kicker is when I might have been walking uphill backwards after a long run and the one neighbor you don’t really know at all walks by me and now thinks I might be crazy. This is all speculation based on the look he gave me and the fact that I almost walked into a tree, after I faced forward again. To be fair, that also could have been because I was mumbling screaming Let It Go under my breath very loudly. Regardless of what this person’s impression of me is, I don’t care. I’m just happy warm weather is approaching and it’s possible to step outside for more than thirty seconds. I’d rather dodge cars and squirrels than be stuck working out in a gym six days a week where I have to keep from hitting someone with a kettle bell or be hit.

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