Sometimes I really wish I could bring my camera into the gym with me and not look like a creeper.
All too often I see “that girl.” You know, the one who is going to meet her prince charming at the gym. She struts into the gym with all kinds of swagger wearing her hot pink sports bra and playboy spandex, appears almost char-coaled from tanning, and is wearing…hoop earrings? Wait…wouldn’t that hurt if you were going to exercise? Little do I know, she apparently doesn’t plan on exercising.
I decide to stretch a little longer by the yoga balls to see what she does next. Every time, without fail, “that girl” gets on a treadmill or some other cardio device, lightly jogs for about 8 minutes, stretches for about 5 minutes, looks around for someone to approach her, and then leaves. I guess today just wasn’t her day.
I’m all for looking great when you exercise. After all, it can motivate you to work harder. But come to the gym to work out, people!
In my observations, “that girl” never finds what she’s looking for.
Gym people are so entertaining sometimes.