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January 3, 2006
>I haven’t been to the gym in oh…. a while.
I mean, December was really busy. I was under a lot of pressure, okay? There was cookie baking and party throwing and present buying and gift wrapping and… and… well, let’s just say I felt really pressured by a certain someone to walk my ass off , and therefore I passively-aggressively didn’t. Yeah! It’s all her fault!
But today, there were no more excuses. The last bottle of wine had been drunk. The last New Year’s Eve cupcake (don’t ask) had been eaten. Hubs got home from work early and gave me a look that said it all. A cheeks-puffed, eyes-bulging look that let me know today was G-Day.
And yet, as we pulled into the parking lot of the Gym, I realized I had made a mistake. A big mistake.
“I can’t do it,” I said quietly while Hubs unbuckled his seatbelt.
“Come on,” Hubs prodded me. “We’re here.”
“No. It’s too embarrassing,” I insisted. “Everyone will laugh at me.”
“Yeah right,” he chuckled. “There are tons of people at the gym today who haven’t been there in a while.”
“You don’t understand,” I muttered darkly. Hubs gave me the look again. I sighed and opened the car door.
As we walked through the double doors of the gym, the guy behind the desk greeted us with a smile.
“Hey!” he said brightly. Then he did a doubletake. “Lucinda? Is that you?!”
I shook my head and quickly put up the hood on my jacket. But it was too late. He had picked up the phone.
I heard his voice crackle over the PA system. “World Gym members, let’s give a warm welcome to someone I haven’t seen here in a long, long, lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time…. Lucinda!”
The pulsing dance music stopped. The room grew silent as 50 heads turned in my direction. Then I heard it. Snickering. Giggling. Guffawing.
“I TOLD you!!!” I whispered through clenched teeth, grabbing for my husband’s arm beside me. I came up with air. Looking wildly around me, I caught sight of him darting toward the men’s locker room.
I was on my own.
“If y’all don’t mind, I’d like to work out in peace, thank you very much,” I said with as much bravado as I could muster.
Nervously, I got out my gym card and attempted to run it though the laser scanner. Nothing. Over and over, I waved my card in front of the laser’s eye. But it was no use.
“Um, that’s a security camera,” a woman at the counter said. “The card scanner’s over there. Have you been here before?”
“Sure I have,” I countered. “I’ve, I’ve been traveling the world and I uh, haven’t been here in a while. The scanner used to be over here.”
“Yeah. In 2003,” she said flatly.
I bit my lip, scanned my card and speed-walked to the Stair Masters. A sea of tanned, toned bodies parted in my wake.
I climbed up onto the machine, set the time to 30 minutes and started stepping. Surely the worst was over.
Scree… Scree…
What the hell was that? I stepped faster.
SCREE. SCREE. SCREE.
Something was wrong with my machine. Every time my feet made a cycle… Scree. Fucking scree.
I looked around. Every other machine was taken. Beside me, a middle-aged woman huffed away to her iPod, the sales tag on her sports bra bobbing up and down with every step. $9.99. On sale.
“Stupid newbies,” I said under my breath.
Scree. Scree. Scree. Scree.
Despite myself, a soundoff began to form in my mind.
Working out is hard to do…
Scree. Scree. Scree. Scree.
‘Specially when everybody’s thinner than you.
Scree. Scree. Scree. Scree.
I need to fucking lose this gut.
Scree. Scree. Scree. Scree.
So I won’t look like such a slut.
Scree. Scree. Scree. Scree.
Fuck you.
Scree. Scree.
Fuck me.
Scree. Scree.
Fuck you, fuck me..
SCREE-SCREE!
“How much time do you have left? God, that thing sounds horrible!”
It was Hubs, back from the weight machines.
“Huh? Uh, I have…” I looked down. Thirty-FIVE minutes? “Uh, I’m done, actually.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
As Hubs helped me down from my Stair Master, I heard a loud “Whoa! Whoa!” from the treadmills in the next aisle. A guy’s shoelace had gotten caught in the tread. Before we could react, he fell on his back and was whipped off the treadmill onto the floor.
Hubs and I leaned over the man as he lay there, groaning.
I laughed a little.
“What’s so funny?” Hubs asked.
“You were right,” I said, stepping carefully over the poor sucker on the floor. “There are lots of people who clearly haven’t been here in a while.”
Arm in arm, we sauntered out the door. Two former sluggards… back on the workout wagon.
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>Good for you! I start tomorrow. Today was day one of a cleanse and I had to *cough* be near the *cough* throne….YIKES!
>Chuckle chuckle. I have to say–today was my first time back to the gym in, oh, a while as well.
>I haven’t been since October. I must start again since I now have an adorable new pink case for my Nano. Whatever gets me to the gym, right?
>”What’s a gym?” asked the fat pregnant lady.
>I’m so scared of the gym. I just can’t do it. I like my own private treadmill where I can jiggle and shake and no one can see. Plus the thought of all of those other fat people’s sweat germs really grosses me out (okay that’s just an excuse- but it sounds good right? I have germ issues. Leave me alone. Plus …I like oreos). Good for you. Can you do another 35 for me?
>i’ve only been away from the gym for 4 days. however, i’m afraid to go today. it’s the first open day after new year’s. i know it will be full to capacity. bah.i hate working out with an audience.
>The one and only time I joined a “gym” (that’d be the YMCA in ruraltown, USA) I decided to start easy– try swimming a few laps in the pool… Turns out my cheap, trendy, mall-bought bikini bottom had a 3 inch gabbing hole.Directly over my rear. So I had a hole showing my a-hole. I never went back. (But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.)
>Oh, you are funny!And a better woman than me for getting back into the gym!btw, first time at your blog, but I’ll definitely be back 🙂
>Scree, scree…I love it.Yeah, I’m biting the bullet myself and attempting to find a gym with good daycare in the area. I’ve grown tired of the all over mushy look that has become my body. So, move over and make some room on that workout wagon. I suspect they’ll be a lot more hoppin’ on board (although how long we’ll be on it is another issue entirely).
>I’m a huge slacker. I promised myself I’d get up and run yesterday AND today. Did I? Nope. Stayed in bed getting flabbier and flabbier. Ugh. The stupid holidays really messed me up! Good for you getting back into the routine. You ARE brave for going to a gym – I either use a treadmill at home or just run with my dog in the neighborhood.
>We joined a gym that will open in February. By then I will be recovering from ACL surgery and will need it. The pounds I lost a few years back are finding their way home.
>I’ve been running in exchange for going to the gym where i will have to deal with people falling off their treadmills as you did. But, tomorrow I’m back there, willing to tough it out for a few weeks until the crowds finally fade. One thing I have done right in the last half of this year is work out consistently, so I don’t want to miss a step with that one. God knows, there are SO many other resolutions I can easily break!
>good for you, the first time back is always the hardest, but now that’s past you, so no more excuses.
>Aw, crap, now I feel REALLY guilty. I was planning to go back to the gym today, but my workout partner couldn’t go, so I didn’t go. Well, there’s always tomorrow…or the day after. Slap me, please.
>Lucinda, you crazy slut. This is the reason why I was so damn glad my 2 year gym membership was up this month. Thank the lawd!
>Lucinda, off the subject – you’ve been tagged at http://homeonthefringe.blogspot.com/2006/01/meme.htmlSorry – don’t hate me! 🙂
>New Year’s cupcakes . . . mmmmmm.I’m sorry, did you say something else?
>I got on my own treadmill today. After a year of not using it, we dumped it and bought a treadmill a few years ago. It’s in the garage and it is a life saver. I do it during naps.And no scree-scree.or people thinner than me.
>Today is the day for me! Back to it! My pants are too tight! Ugh…
>Lucinda – I thought of you this morning when I FINALLY made myself get up to run. I ran two miles, but it felt like 10. Yeah, the holidays really did me in. Oh well, back to reality now.
>hahahah!!!and I”m sure you were paying that monthly fee even when you weren’t going, weren’t you? I know I am! hahahahaha.we are somewhat back on teh workout wagon, too..
>I admire those of you who manage to work out at home- If I left it to that, it would NEVER get done. I need motivation. And I need pretty people to envy. I live in a music business town, so there are a lot of semi-celebrities and wanna be’s at my gym. It’s something to aspire to.And while I’ve never had a hole in the butt of my bikini, I’m constantly worried that the seams may have given in my workout pants without my knowledge, particularly when I’m on a leg press! It’s a weird phobia.Can I just share right now that my baby just pointed to a picture of Teri Hatcher and said “Ma ma”? Oh yeah, it’s gonna be a good day! 🙂
>just stopping by to say that right now I am eating fritos …thats’ all
>So I am the only one then who cancelled her gym membership this year?! I have had enough of paying for NOT going….Maybe next year…and that is 2007…folks..Minerva
>i guess i can one up you in that my one year old saw a picture of me today pre-preggo and didn’t know it was “mama”.