I have to admit, it’s quite flattering to have a guy check me out, especially when I’m feeling good about myself, got my hair in place, strutting around in my cutest outfit, with my makeup all fresh and dewy. Having said this when I’m sweaty , my hair is a frizz-aster, and when I’m in a t-shirt from Senior Trip 96′ , I can safely say, not so much!
I feel bad for anyone who has to see me in that state at the gym.  I am not one of those girls that make an effort to dress cute at the gym.  I save the matching work-out clothes for when it really counts, on my trips to Target or Loehmanns, holding my Starbucks in one hand, with my big oversized sunglasses.   It makes the  statement that ‘ yeah I may go to the gym… eventually, but right now I got some serious shopping to take care of.
When I’m on the elliptical or treadmill, and spacing out to music from my shuffle, I make this weird face, where my lips are pursed and my eyes are squinting.  I’ve always done it, since the days  where my gym was called Family Fitness Center.  I travel to my own world for those 20-30 minutes on the elliptical, where I got the music going, daydreaming , and basically zoning out.  It’s not the best feeling when my fantasyland comes to a screeching halt when I realize someone is checking out my chest bouncing around and I mean BOUNCING around.  I really can’t understand it. In fact I begin to wonder if they are checking me out, or just amazed that I actually left the house looking like that. There are those elite group of girls, that look flawless in their skintight gym clothes, where even their sweat looks perfect.
Maybe one day I’ll figure out their secret, but until then I’m all about keeping a low profile, and just getting in and out. Â To clarify: Â cute gym clothes for shopping, Â and my old beat-up t-shirts and shorts for the gym.
