Monday, October 12, 2009

Why We Need To Buy A Treadmill

I found my love for the gym again. I have a love/hate relationship with working out. You know those people who are yo-yo dieters? I am a yo-yo exerciser. You'd think I'd get to a point where I just never want to stop but alas, I do reach that point and then decide, "Welp, I think I'm going to stop."

But three cheers for being back in action, right?

Here's the problem. I am a burning lava hot mess when it comes to working out. I absolutely despise women who show up with their hair perfectly coiffed, their makeup perfectly mastered, their gym attire perfectly... perfect. Then there's me. The girl in the corner. The one whose ponytail doesn't bounce. The one whose face is glowing from sweat (not bronzer). The one whose gym attire looks like a gym class uniform. Yep, that's me.

Except today was even worse than usual. I'm always embarrassed after I run because my face is beat red. I usually grab a towel and pretend to wipe off my ENTIRE face as I'm walking towards the exit because I realize I look like a rare breed of tomato and don't want strangers pointing. But let's throw allergies into the picture.

I had another horrible case of allergies last week and am just now getting over them. I actually thought I was in the clear but did you know running (aka bouncing up and down) er.... brings up stuff? Stuff that does not need to be brought up. I won't say the word but I'll tell you that it rhymes with blegm (hint: the g is silent). :) So here I am running with my messed up hair, beat red face and ugly clothes, and every minute or so I end up making all sorts of disgusting noises in order to keep. that. stuff. down. It started to make breathing difficult, which brought my bright red face to a whole new level. Think police siren.

I could have left my wedding ring at home as there was no way the guy running next to me was going to make a move. In fact I'm pretty sure he took two hits of the the antibacterial gel on his way out. You've made your point, jerk. Loud and clear.

7 comments:

Suzanne said...

I am totally the same way! Ohly my ponytail bounces a lot. In fact my pony bounces right out of the holder so I have to wrap it in some weird, almost painful, bun. And I sweat like a man and only allow myself to wear white, black or navy when I work out (away from the home). Our "investment" - becuase that is what I like to call it - in the eliptical machine was the BEST IDEA EVER! Yay for starting to exercise again though!

Jax said...

I am so incredibly jealous of your work out motivation! I am still trying to find mine. *sigh* And I go to a girls gym b/c I seriously HATE the meat market that can happen at the larger, coed ones. I look like utter and complete hell at the gym. And I like it that way. ha! :)

Aubrey said...

Hooray for exercising! Not that I do it, but I hear it's good for you. Last time I worked out I too got red face and wore ugly workout clothes. That was in high school. Not kidding.

Double pumping the hand sanitizer. Because sometimes one squirt just isn't enough. :)

Kaitlin said...

I HATE going to gyms where the girls are always well dressed and made over...if you could only see what I've looked like at the gym before, you'd feel much better about your red face :)(Think old, faded DG shirts, hideously bright colored running shorts and sweat marks in all the wrong places- HOT). Good for you for working out, especially now when everyone likes to hibernate!

Melissa McMahan said...

it's funny seeing people's preferneces...i LOVE LOVE LOVE the gym - huge ones where there's tons going on. It makes me feel like i'm not the only one. i bought a treadmill 4 years ago when i moved here and there were no LA Fitnesses or 24-hour Fitness in sight (welcome to Siloam Springs), but NEVER used it cause it felt like work and wasn't fun. I should have sold it to you last weekend instead of the UofA girls. But i'll admit - there's still never been a gym like the good ole Mercy Fitness :)

Jennifer said...

This post made me happy. I kinda forget about the whole attire thing until I get home and realize I look ridiculous. I always end up wearing old gray shorts and a gray t shirt and I look like a giant gray blob. Plus now that it's getting cold I just want to sit inside and eat soup and bread. SO there's that.

Kristin said...

I actually had an instructor stop a class one time because I got so red. Tres embarrassing!

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