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2003-09-01 - 11:58 p.m. i wanna new drug - huey lewis & the news this weekend went by far too quickly. it was super cool, and spending time with family and friends is always a good thing. my forehead, and nose are peeling. like anyone cares. i'm still off work, and i have to say, i don't mind that one fucking bit. i've been going to the gym a lot, and i feel like an idiot for saying so. i don't have anything better to do. ............i'm wondering if i should get started on my whole gym "thing". i go 4 times a week. sometimes more. rarely less. i love it. there are a few reasons why i love it. first, i like the way i look because of what i do. i'm not even gonna front. however, i'm all about the obvious health benefits too. i'm doing my body good. then, there's the whole eye candy aspect. there are a lot of cute guys at my gym. of course, being the contrary person that i am, there are lots of things that i don't like. i always feel like everyone in the joint knows exactly what they're doing, except for me. i always feel like a geek. i always feel like a weenie when i'm around the muscle heads who are lifting twice what i am. i'm not really sure why that is, considering that the last thing i want to be is "big". i hate having to worry about other people in the gym. having to nod, and smile, say hello. my shyness, coupled with my "gym insecurities", are not two great tastes that taste great together. i hate the fact that there are mirrors EVERYWHERE. of course people wanna check themselves out. i've seen guys do a set, walk up to the mirror, lift their shirt up, and check out their chests. THEN, do another set, walk up to the mirror, lift up their shirt, and check out their chests AGAIN. like there's gonna be some noticable difference from on set to the next. the mirrors are a definite problem. when i'm a the treadmill, and someone is on either side of me, that's when i really hate the mirrors. i can't look left, or, right, and i can't look at myself. i just can't. so, i look at my feet. oh, and if i get a chatter next to me on the treadmill, hang it up. ....um....yeah |
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