The Latin One

It took me about 10 seconds to get the license plate yesterday on my way back from the gym and grocery store. They are not one entity – I was just doing the rounds.

We never wish each other a Appyhay Monday. So here’s to it.

Happy, because it is not a gym day this morning. I vary that routine a bit: 6a on Tuesdays and Thursdays and then later in the morning on Saturday and Sundays. I might try to add another day in there at some point – but I am so not there yet.

As it is, I cannot go without running into someone I know – no matter what day or time. And also no matter what day or time, I run into one unknown guy every.single.time. I thought he might be stalking me until Denton pointed out he might think the same of me. I’m not. He’s not my type.

Most folks at the gym are your normal every day schmoes, like me. Trying to look and/or feel better through the power of a monthly payment. Naturally you have your hard-core guys, for when big isn’t big enough (you know what they say “big fireman, little hose!”). Or the guy who has negative percent body fat. He looks like anatomical muscle model you see in any every health museum.

I hate him.

Or even worse – the guy who works out with me in the mornings. Well, he does cardio, because that is all he has to do. The rest of his body is naturally close to perfect. You know those guys – the ones who don’t actually have to be there, because some greater being smiled upon them.

I love hate him.

But I almost got out of the gym yesterday without seeing a single soul I knew. This is not a bad thing.  But I stopped to rest and eat an orange I had brought. I finished, grabbed my gym bag and heard someone call out my name. It was my old boss. Well one from….let’s see….two jobs ago. The one who could have saved my job, but clearly opted not to.

I have seen Ali a number of times since I left and each time he has been nicer and nicer. Less uptight and actually smiling and laughing. So I stood for a few minutes while he was on the elliptical, reading a journal.

He asked how often I come to the gym and I said about four days per week, adding “this (gesturing to my body) does not all happen on its own”, making the guy on the elliptical two over burst out laughing – in a good way. I think. I hope.

If not…..well then, I hate him.

Song by: 10,000 Maniacs


4 responses to “The Latin One

  1. Pingback: The Latin One « Blobby’s Blog

  2. I share all your sentiments. I shoot for the gym daily because I know I’m going to miss days here and there, like this AM – I stupidly set my alarm for 445 pm instead of am and overslept…grrr…I too just “love” those gym beauties who had to go to all the effort to being born with great metabolisms and body chemistry who, I SWEAR, come to the gym just to show us that, no matter how hard we work, we’ll never obtain what they have naturally….sigh.

  3. I love igpay atinlay on a ondaymay orningmay. I also find it very difficult to maintain this panda bear shape, so I steer clear of the gym. I need all the help I can get.

  4. I see the same people over and over, it seems…no matter what time I go. And I’ve actually met a few….in yoga class. And, by the way, that picture looks like the guy I saw in the Body Worlds exhibit.

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