As I move methodically along atop my beloved elliptical machine and peer out among the crowd today, I somehow have nothing to say.
As I look to my left I see a familiar sight. It’s the dude in black running the treadmill on the end of the back row of treadmills. I have my machine and he has his and we always seem to be here around the same time. He runs a long time and on one hand I have so much respect for that and on the other I think “how boring” because I hate running (my knees hate running too).
I can run a mile, if I wanted to, but when I do I’m quickly reminded that I hate it. Then, a day later my knees remind me they hate it too. It’s lose, lose, lose. Forget that!
Today there’s a girl running next to him. She’s on the treadmill right next to his. This is really curious because the whole rest of that row is empty and typically, as human nature would dictate, people always opt for space between the machines when given a choice. People usually leave at least one machine between them.
This means that either 1. She’s with him. 2. She was there first and he’s REALLY attached to that machine. 3. She has an atypical human bubble. No matter what, it’s interesting to me.
She’s got normal workout pants on and a very non-typical top. It’s a bright red shirt with three quarter length sleeves that flare out at the ends. The bottom of the shirt also flairs out in the front and back, so much so that when she runs the whole thing bounces and flows in an absurd way like some bird doing a mating dance.
Since the shirt is short on the sides, I can see inches of skin bouncing just above her waistline. I’ve never seen her here before so she’s probably a resolutionary.
This time of year i like to look at people and place tiny internal bets on how long they will last. If I were to do that with bird-girl over there, I’d say she’s in it to win it and she’ll probably be back for more for a while. Maybe she’s trying to decide if this “gym” thing is really for her before she invests in some more clothing. Who knows.
I’ll be honest, I’m not that observant when I’m at the gym. I’m typically in my own headspace about things and don’t much concern myself with what others are doing. There are other people that look familiar, but that could be because after a while everything sort of blends together like soft pastels on paper.
Of course I recognize Troy, the manager. He’s always here either working or working out. About a month ago I had a job interview with him and he seemed like a good guy. He clearly cares about what he’s doing and I respect that. I had to decline the second interview that was offered because I’m not doing ANYTHING for minimum wage.. ever.
After 8:30am, I can thoutfully guess that anybody still here doesn’t have typical 9 to 5 jobs. It’s a mix of students, retired people, and random others who might be on their day off or unemployed or self made millionaires.
Given its Nebraska and winter here is a fierce and fickle beast, I’d also cross out the possibility there are any millionaires here now. If I had a million dollars, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be at Macy’s buying you a green dress “but not a real green dress, that’s cruel”.
Bird-girl is gone now and the man in black is on his cool down walk. I’ve decided they are not together.
I can’t seem to handle any resistance today at all and I’m going to blame the Whole 30 thing. I definitely need more calories today. More protein and fat and things that make you feel full. I spent most of yesterday feeling hungry and empty. I can’t do that for 28 more days or I’ll die. For realz!
I should mix up my workout today and do some weights or something but I just don’t think I have it in me. I think I’ll just go home and get to work instead.
Over it and Out,