For the longest time, I was really intimidated by gyms. I tried to go to the one on campus when I was still a student but I was not at all prepared. First of all, I didn't get the memo about the dress code. I lacked the Nike shorts that were in this season. I only had my old polyester Umbros and a high school musical production t-shirt. Don't worry, I've upgraded since then. Secondly, I had NO idea how the machines worked. I would have asked the man who's shirt was barely keeping itself together around his huge biceps but the fear of getting judged and being asked, "Is this your first time?" kept me from approaching any of the equipment. Lastly, I am NOT hot working out. I'm so jealous of the girls who can exercise for hours and emerge with a nice sheen of sweat above their brow. When I work out, my face turns beet red, my hair in disarray, and sweating bullets. BULLETS! Nothing is hot about that.
Still, a girl's gotta get her heartbeat up. After a week of gym hopping, I finally settled on one. I'm really happy with my gym. Still has Nike shorts girls but they're off set by the soccer moms, cops, gym junkies, and the yoga queens. A nice balance for me. It also doesn't hurt that there's this one guy who works out in glasses... He is adorable!
Now, the only problem is getting fit enough to call working out a hobby instead of a must do.
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