The "number"

Remember the other day when you said that one of the cool things about turning 25 is that it kind of mirrors the weight that you will be (generally) from here on out?

So I went to the doctor the other day and the weight was about 3 pounds heavier than normal...but I was fully clothed and wearing shoes. So I've been monitoring the number over the last week or so to see how accurate that number was. Well its been varying from 1-2 pounds more than average which isn't a lot but its strange that it's been creeping up slowly. Sooo last night I met a friend at his job and we went to his company gym for him to work out while we talked...and he's like...hop on the scale. I start talkin' big ish about how I know my number I don't need their lil' scale...but that ish read like 6 pounds over what I was expecting. WHAT THE HELL?

So after that...and a little inspiration from someone who is going super hard with the running and p90x (not the jerk that forced me onto the scale)...I need to renew my commitment to my workout. Not that I haven't been in the gym lately...but my running game has regressed damn aching shins and I need to get that back in check. I think I'm going to have to bit the bullet and get back in the weight room as well. Yes the weight rooms in Bally's are full of meat-head...big armed-little legged brothas that are a big annoying...but I'll rockout to my Flocka playlist and just go hard. I can see a difference in myself when my running game is on and when its off and I'm not feelin' it...

So I'm hittin the gym for lunch today...and I'm kind of excited!

Gym Etiquette

Because I am a member of a national gym chain, I can go to several locations, which as you have read, I do from time to time. My "home" gym is the one closest to work though and I tend to go in when I get off at night which is quite a busy time for that gym. Over the course of a few months...there's been a few things that really grind my gears. I know men have urinal rules, and locker room etiquette to avoid moon landings...so I think it's high time we address some of the foolishness going on with women at the gym.

1. You don't have to yell! Whether on the phone or talking to the person in the shower next to you...please use your inside voice. YOU know we can't understand what you are saying and that paired with the volume of your voices is going to send me in shortly.

2. I don't need to see your pink thong. Not now. Not ever. Women don't sag (and neither do most men with sense) so there's no real reason for me to see your pink thong. Either they are too big-leaving them too high on your back- or your shorts/pants are too small and don't come up far enough. Either way can you address that please?

3. Are you seriously working out in full makeup? FYI most of the hotties in this gym ain't playin' on your team. Save the lipgloss, foundation, and eyeliner. It all looks a mess when it starts running down your face once you work up a sweat.

4. There are stalls in the locker room for a reason. PUHLEEZ stop changing girlie products in the middle of the damn room. Seriously, there's a stall in eyesight. Yes we are all women, but no we don't want to share in your once a month tragedy. OMGEEEE i'm so tired of this one woman! And if you are going to work out "comando", on another note, please change in a stall. And don't use any equipment that requires your bottom half to touch the seat...you sweat and that material just ain't thick enough.

5. The gym pool isn't south beach. Leave those damn string bikinis a the house. That lap pool is not a beach...you can't lay out...there are no waves...and the men in the hot tub are old enough to be your father.

Yeah that's about it for my rant for now. Have we learned anything class?

More Gym Adventures

While sitting at my desk pretending to be productive working yesterday I started to plan my evening. I knew that I had a ministry meeting and that I also wanted to get some time in at the gym. I didn't run on Monday night so I needed to get back on my game. Its really like falling off the wagon for me when I don't run for a while (a few days). And it really hurts when I don't do at least a mile. I feel kinda like I punked out and could have done more. I've never been a cardio girl, more weights and toning exercises, but I've been working on coming to love like running. So, fine. I decided that I'd stop by the gym on my way home from church. Now of course this is the gym that KFC works at. I knew he'd be there. He works like every night or something, so there were no surprises when I walked in and saw him in his office. I slid by the check in and proceeded to the locker room-unseen.

BUT THEN I LOOKED UP! And who did I see? YOU! I giggled to myself. I hadn't talked to him in a while. After our last little exchange of words, awkward silence, and decisions of distance during the Vday weekend, I'd figured that was it and he'd moved on. Which was fine because I left all of that annoyed on some level (for many reasons that some of you know) and made a conscious effort to move that arse to the friend zone at our last meeting. As far as I could tell...that is what had happened. Hadn't heard a peep from him since then, but last weekend I got a text out of no where asking how i'd been. After a few texts of small talk- that was it- back to our regularly scheduled program. So imagine my surprise when I saw you on the treadmill. And then the surprise on his face was kind of priceless. Yes, I know this is the gym he works out at, but I thought he was more of a day-gymmer. And he thought that I was too bourgeois to work out at that gym (which I later admitted was actually better than my gym across town). Anywho we talked for a minute. Then I went to run but not before calling ILYT to tell her the irony of the sitch-which she boldly laughed OUT LOUD about.

FF to the end of the workout-actually in the middle of my abs. You walk in and interrupt my workout and we end up talking for like an hour. It was cool I actually remembered that i enjoy talking to him. I even told him about KFC when he also walked into the room. I don't think he saw me...or didin't know who I was which was fine....since it didn't make for any awkward moments.

So as I'm leaving KFC is at the front desk. Not to make things weird, I stop and speak. We start talking. He asks me did I catch the holy ghost at church which is a mandate for getting into heaven according to him. (sideeye) Anyway we got into why I cancelled on him and all of that. It wasn't a strange conversation. I was upfront with him, told him that I didn't want to waste his time. That I couldn't really take him seriously based on our conversations-which he insisted was the issue (that we hadn't had any real conversations anyway). Perhaps he was right? So he invited me to go running with him and some other people on Sunday- when he gets out of church (confused face). I told him to text me and that I'd think about it. But re-iterated that I didn't want to waste his time. He decided that it should be up to him whether or not he feels like his time has been wasted. That's fair. Who am I to decide that if I'm honest up front? I told him about my fast. He actually thought that was a good thing since we'd have to hang out in free settings, it'd likely be in places where we could talk and get to know more about each other. So looks like KFC is trying to make a comeback. Though the conversation started off kind of silly- he managed to get it together after hearing me say that I didn't take him seriously. Oh but he did kinda throw me off again when I asked him about a tatoo he had and he said it was something tribal and he didn't know what it meant (WTH?).

So where will these stories go next.....