I work out at a co-ed gym and yes, there are a ton of hot muscle bound often shirtless guys there every time I walk in. I’m not there “looking” for a man, nor am I there to be seen so it isn’t a big deal to me anymore what I look like in the gym. I do prefer to at least match (sort of) and not look TOO bad – but eh, if it’s old sweats and a t-shirt so be it. I know we all have seen the perfectly coiffed, made up and manicured girls in the bright and skimpy work out gear at the gym before. You know the ones that look like they are modeling the apparel not actually wearing it for its intended purpose. Mine has its share of those too, and I have a very encouraging story to share about that this week.
Sunday morning I got up early and went to the gym. There were a handful of people there including a few really hot guys lifting weights. I did my usual and got setup on the treadmill for about 45 minutes. During that time a couple of very giggly and very made-up girls came in and got on the treadmills near me. Hair perfectly fixed, nails done, makeup just so and both in what looked like brand new work out gear that showed off their coordinating belly button rings. They were hot – great bodies and nice to look at. I minded my own business and ignored their chatter while I walked.
When my time was up on the treadmill I got off and headed for the machines to do my weight circuit. One of the hot guys was sitting directly across from me on one of the benches working his back and shoulder’s, I do a few reps and realize pretty quickly I need to adjust the weight lower – a bit too heavy still for me. While I have been attempting this first part of my weight regimen, one of those girls gets off her treadmill and plants her cute little booty on the machine right by mine. As I finally decide I’m going to have to get off and adjust the weights – I hear her saying rather loudly that she doesn’t know how to operate it and sure could use some help. I move to adjust my weights and notice the hot muscular shirtless guy across from me get up from his bench and head our direction. My mind immediately thinks – “helping a scantily clad damsel in distress”. Boy was I startled when he leans over me and reaches for the control on MY machine to adjust it.
“Here, let me help you with that.” He says as his slightly sweaty chest rubs against mine while he leans over. (Yes, I realize that totally sounded like a trashy romance novel – but it’s the truth!). He helped me get the weight lowered and showed me a couple of pointers on how to do the movements more smoothly then went back to his routine. It wasn’t long until the other girl in the giggly duo made her appearance nearby and I heard them talking about how this was going to ruin their manicures. I looked across at my “hero” just in time to catch a wink sent my way with a grin and a shake of his head.
I continued through my routine for another half hour and by the time I had finished was truly exhausted physically but energized as well. I grabbed my jacket and keys and headed over to the coffee pot (love that my gym has a Keurig with tons of options of tea, coffee and cocoa all Splenda sweetened) and started a cup brewing. My “hero” walked over and leaned against the counter while I waited. And this was what he said:
“They may be nice to look at, but it’s a lot nicer to see a real woman in here trying to improve herself. You did a great job today. Maybe we can work together sometime.”
Yep – not exactly hitting on me, but I’ll take that as a pretty decent compliment. Big girls – get out there and show those skinny chicks we have what it takes to make it to the gym too. It’s not about how you look while you are doing it – it’s about WHY you are doing it in the first place!
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