March 2, 2015
Happy March everybody! I can’t believe it’s almost spring break. Which means summer is just around the corner. Which means…. SWIMSUITS. About this time of year, everybody is hitting the gym to try and get that summer bod. Everyone that fell off the New Year’s Resolution train is trying to hop back on for one more shot at getting in shape. We can’t hide under baggy pants and jackets for much longer!
I’ve been going to the rec for a while now but just thought I’d share some stories with y’all, partly for entertainment, but also as encouragement for anyone who is nervous about going to the gym to realize it’s completely okay to not know what you are doing.
First of all, I think I have been to the rec around 30-35 times this semester, and I don’t think I have made it out once without embarrassing myself in some way. The first day that I ran on the track, I forgot to look at the arrow that points which direction to run. So I ran the opposite way and then had to awkwardly turn around mid-run once I saw all the other trackers coming straight for me.
I have forgotten which locker I put my stuff in 3 different times now. Last week, I forgot again and had to have a worker come unlock some for me until we could find it. After ten tries, we still couldn’t find my backpack, so I told the guy it must’ve been stolen. And then he asked if I was sure I put it in that section. Then I realized I had put my bag upstairs.
Yesterday, I was focusing on shoulders for weight training. I headed over to the barbell section and a bunch of pretty buff guys were around me, all grabbing the super heavy ones. I didn’t want to seem weak, so I tried to grab a 100 lb. barbell for shoulder shrugs….but I couldn’t even lift it off the rack…so I tried to play it cool and just grab a different one, but everyone around definitely noticed. I left the section after that…
Another time, I sat down on the last stationary bike that was available. It was really crowded. The other 6 bikes were already taken. This particular section is on the 3rd floor and overlooks the entire weight room, so everyone down stairs can see you. Well I sat down, not noticing that the seat was actually broken. The seat slid off, along with myself. Two of the other bikers stopped pedaling and just looked at me. I grabbed my towel and quickly walked away.
In the free weights section, there are many adjustable benches. You can make it flat, inclined, or sitting straight up. There was one that was in an upright position that I wanted flat so I bent down in front of about 20 people and tried adjusting the seat. I was struggling to get it to move, so I pushed it a little harder. It wasn’t moving. I gave it one final push and it slammed down, causing a loud metal noise that echoed throughout the weight room. Then a worker came up to me and said that particular seat wasn’t actually adjustable.
So needless to say, I’m a bit clumsy. If I still have the courage to hit the gym, anyone should! For now, I’ll work on paying more attention and staying under the radar…but no promises.
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