Gregory Gym: Steaming One Heart at a Time
The gym can be an intimidating place. Everyone at the gym is there for the sole purpose of looking better and feeling more fit. In general, the gym is a vain place to be, it is best to go there, have your headphones on, and act like you don't know who anyone is or that you are way too engrossed in your work out to give a damn about your surroundings: "HELLO... I am at the gym, where I am thinking about how my day sucked and working on turning my flab into abs, I do NOT have time for you!" Well that's what I thought until a couple of days ago. I go to the Gregory Gym (it's on the UT campus) and there are always some unattractive people there that just wear whatever they have and go to the gym to merely work out. I fall into this category. There are some people that go to the gym that dress up, or so you would think, just to work out and get attention and give attention, but mainly get attention. One my best girl friends falls under this category, I call her Turbo. These people are pretty hot though, I wont lie. There are some that don't have to do anything but show up to the gym, flex a couple of muscles, run a mile and they will still be hot. God damn and god bless you. I haven't made up my mind just yet. Thanks for being good eye candy, but fuck you for lowering my self-esteem.
One day I was at the gym, I was even dressed cute. Never in a million years did I think looking cute at the gym would be important to me, but it was a blessing that I looked like a presentable gym-goer on that day. I had been doing a ridiculous amount of cardio work out and hence building up my endurance which really worked in my favor. I am trying to drop pounds so that I can roll with Aishwarya Rai in Bollywood movies and of course at all the cool Mumbai clubs. I am not this fobby in "real life." Anyways, I usually just stay on the elliptical machine for an hour to get a good cardio workout. I usually select Interval Hills at Level 3, sometimes Level 5 if I want to challenge myself, on reverse mode. Only when I am on this machine do I even come close to comparing to Turbo's popularity at the gym. (Sidenote: When we go out to 6th street, where most college kids hang out, we will meet guys and they have, many a times, asked her, "Aren't you the girl from the gym?") I look like I rule the gym and I know I intimidate everyone because I'm going like 8.8-9.4 mph on the elliptical machine and that's pretty fast compared to everyone else that's around me on the machine. I don't mean to put others to shame but hey, if you got it, you got it and my momma said, "FLAUNT IT!" I don't want to subdue my god-given greatness on the elliptical machine.
On this one particular day, I chose to only work out on the elliptical for 30 minutes and spend the remaining 30 minutes on the treadmill. On the treadmill, I proceeded with interval training for 30 minutes, or 15 intervals of 1 minute of sprinting at 8.0 mph and 0 incline followed by 1 minute of fast walking at 3.5 mph at a 1.0% incline. This is how Jessica Simpson has her banging fine body and rock solid lower abdominal. Of course I want to look like Jessica Simpson, but who doesn't? Actually now that Ashlee Simpson got a nose job, I could want to look like her too. This is a toss up actually. Nonetheless, in my endeavor to look like one of the Simpson sisters, I was being "eyed" by a hot hot hot guy. I mean HOT! Steam was literally coming out of his orifices and he could be the next Dr. McSteamy, but I doubt he's a doctor. A pressing issue, I know. Since I didn't know his name, I called him "Steamy."
I do not know if I'm confident or in denial but I do not like to think that I am unattractive or even below average when it comes to appearances. While I was running on the treadmill, many were eyeing me, which I think is how it should be. I was wearing short shorts and a cute pink shirt from my IM volleyball days. When I say I was getting eyed, I mean I was getting eyed by some hotties. But no hottie could ever compare to Steamy who was on the mat area doing crunches with the medicine ball. He kept glancing over at me every couple of minutes and we would make eye contact and then smile. It was out of this world. Who in the hell would have thought someone that good looking would actually notice me? Especially while I was sweaty and disgusting? I felt that for once in my life, my horoscope was dead on. I was going to fall in love today for real. Woo hoo!
It's not until I was done with my interval training that I realized what his true intentions were. He saw me slow down and enter the "Cool Down" mode of my workout and look normal again when, as Salt-N-Pepa would say, "He started walking this way!" My heart was racing and my inner-Mamta was smiling ear-to-ear. I finished the "Cool Down" stage and eventually came to a full-stop on the treadmill. I found the bottle of anti-bacterial spray on the floor next to the treadmill and then picked it up and sprayed the treadmill console. I then proceeded to wipe it clean with the tarry cloth that was draping over the treadmill handles. After I cleaned and placed everything back in its correct position, I raised my glance and Steamy was a foot away from me, looking me straight in the eyes. I was officially weak-at-my-knees. Scarlett from Gone With the Wind could not have been any more in love. I saw every inch of his face and it was clear and smooth like a baby's butt. It was the best looking skin I'd ever seen in person, next to Ryan Cabrera. He opened his mouth, and with a twinkle in his eye, asked me, "Are you done with the treadmill?"
I heard the screeching noise that plays in movies when the girl or guy gets the shock that they were totally not expecting from the anyhow unrealistic situation that they are in. I should've known better, I'm only as good as the treadmill I run upon. Nothing more. I then answered, "Yeah" and proceeded with the rest of my workout. I was crushed. That moment will live on in my heart forever.
One day I was at the gym, I was even dressed cute. Never in a million years did I think looking cute at the gym would be important to me, but it was a blessing that I looked like a presentable gym-goer on that day. I had been doing a ridiculous amount of cardio work out and hence building up my endurance which really worked in my favor. I am trying to drop pounds so that I can roll with Aishwarya Rai in Bollywood movies and of course at all the cool Mumbai clubs. I am not this fobby in "real life." Anyways, I usually just stay on the elliptical machine for an hour to get a good cardio workout. I usually select Interval Hills at Level 3, sometimes Level 5 if I want to challenge myself, on reverse mode. Only when I am on this machine do I even come close to comparing to Turbo's popularity at the gym. (Sidenote: When we go out to 6th street, where most college kids hang out, we will meet guys and they have, many a times, asked her, "Aren't you the girl from the gym?") I look like I rule the gym and I know I intimidate everyone because I'm going like 8.8-9.4 mph on the elliptical machine and that's pretty fast compared to everyone else that's around me on the machine. I don't mean to put others to shame but hey, if you got it, you got it and my momma said, "FLAUNT IT!" I don't want to subdue my god-given greatness on the elliptical machine.
On this one particular day, I chose to only work out on the elliptical for 30 minutes and spend the remaining 30 minutes on the treadmill. On the treadmill, I proceeded with interval training for 30 minutes, or 15 intervals of 1 minute of sprinting at 8.0 mph and 0 incline followed by 1 minute of fast walking at 3.5 mph at a 1.0% incline. This is how Jessica Simpson has her banging fine body and rock solid lower abdominal. Of course I want to look like Jessica Simpson, but who doesn't? Actually now that Ashlee Simpson got a nose job, I could want to look like her too. This is a toss up actually. Nonetheless, in my endeavor to look like one of the Simpson sisters, I was being "eyed" by a hot hot hot guy. I mean HOT! Steam was literally coming out of his orifices and he could be the next Dr. McSteamy, but I doubt he's a doctor. A pressing issue, I know. Since I didn't know his name, I called him "Steamy."
I do not know if I'm confident or in denial but I do not like to think that I am unattractive or even below average when it comes to appearances. While I was running on the treadmill, many were eyeing me, which I think is how it should be. I was wearing short shorts and a cute pink shirt from my IM volleyball days. When I say I was getting eyed, I mean I was getting eyed by some hotties. But no hottie could ever compare to Steamy who was on the mat area doing crunches with the medicine ball. He kept glancing over at me every couple of minutes and we would make eye contact and then smile. It was out of this world. Who in the hell would have thought someone that good looking would actually notice me? Especially while I was sweaty and disgusting? I felt that for once in my life, my horoscope was dead on. I was going to fall in love today for real. Woo hoo!
It's not until I was done with my interval training that I realized what his true intentions were. He saw me slow down and enter the "Cool Down" mode of my workout and look normal again when, as Salt-N-Pepa would say, "He started walking this way!" My heart was racing and my inner-Mamta was smiling ear-to-ear. I finished the "Cool Down" stage and eventually came to a full-stop on the treadmill. I found the bottle of anti-bacterial spray on the floor next to the treadmill and then picked it up and sprayed the treadmill console. I then proceeded to wipe it clean with the tarry cloth that was draping over the treadmill handles. After I cleaned and placed everything back in its correct position, I raised my glance and Steamy was a foot away from me, looking me straight in the eyes. I was officially weak-at-my-knees. Scarlett from Gone With the Wind could not have been any more in love. I saw every inch of his face and it was clear and smooth like a baby's butt. It was the best looking skin I'd ever seen in person, next to Ryan Cabrera. He opened his mouth, and with a twinkle in his eye, asked me, "Are you done with the treadmill?"
I heard the screeching noise that plays in movies when the girl or guy gets the shock that they were totally not expecting from the anyhow unrealistic situation that they are in. I should've known better, I'm only as good as the treadmill I run upon. Nothing more. I then answered, "Yeah" and proceeded with the rest of my workout. I was crushed. That moment will live on in my heart forever.
posted by Teeezy at Friday, August 11, 2006
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