Why, why, why must women who have had breast augmentation wear extremely low cut tops at the gym? We can all tell that they have implants because when they run on the treadmill, their chest is like a cinderblock taped below their collarbone. It doesn't move.
Why, why, why must some women also insist on wearing make-up to the gym? Do they know that you come to the gym and hopefully sweat a little? That sweat will then clog your pores and force you to wear even more make-up then you already are. Its best when the face is a little orange and the rest of the body is a little more pale. Bronzer is not always the best choice mid-January. (even if we do live in California)
Why, why, why do some women insist on working out in the "men's area?" I know that you can locate those 2.5 lbs dumbbells in the smaller free weights area. The men there are not looking at you, especially you cougars who come to the gym looking for a young man to show you how to use the lateral pull down machine.
Last night I attended the hip hop class at my gym as I thought it would be fun and a nice little cardio workout.
Oh my, was I in for a surprise.
Now one would think that a hip hop class offered at a gym wouldn't be too intense, right? Wrong. I come to find out that this class is actually an advanced class, after I pay of course. Now it's not like I have never danced before, I did do a bit of competitive dancing in my childhood years, but this is a good 8 years ago. Anyways, this was not a good class for confidence building as I was definitely a beginner in the group. However, I did start to get the gist of the routine....in the last 10 minutes of the class.
You won't be seeing me on Carrie vs. Bruno anytime soon that's for sure.
P.S. In pain from my severe ass kicking today from my trainer.
Two nights ago I went to an indoor cycling (spinning) class at my new gym with my beau. Knowing I have always seen these classes packed to the brim, we got there 15 mins early to stake out a good bike. Of course, it was almost already full, and only bikes near the front of the room were available. I immediately felt like the awkward, nose picking kid at the dance standing alone at Homecoming. Cliques, husband and wife pairs, and those really intense chicks with biceps larger then oranges adorned the standing bikes. What had I gotten myself into?
The lights go down, music starts pumping and now it really feels like a school dance except my ass is KILLING me from the hard seat I resting my tailbone on. I looked around to see if anyone else looks as uncomfortable as me... NOPE. Not a butt pad in sight. Soon as I get home I am so Googling the price of those doughnut bike seats. First song comes on, a Rascall Flats remake of "Life is a Highway." Rascall is my fav, so I am stoked. About halfway through the rapid beat of the song and multiple spinning positions, I realize that this is no school dance.
Apparently, one can sprint on a bike. I am hoping that the harder and faster I push to the rhythm the better chances I have of breaking the bike and being able to exit without the embarrassment of quitting. No cigar.
"Give me a quarter-turn!" announces the devil disguised as a class instructor. I put my hand on the resistance knob and make it look as if I turn it, I don't. This goes on and off for an entire hour... dark, bumping club music and class attendees yelling out random "WAHOOOs." I continue to spin, silent and maybe a little slower then the regulars. Who has enough breath to even vocalize ANYTHING, yet alone yell??
The day after spinning I wake up and get ready to go teach. I think, wow, I am not even sore from the debacle that was spinning class. Get to school, sit down at the overhead to do morning sentences with the kids, and BAM. The classroom chair is now my mortal enemy. I can't even sit down on the hard, plastic surface. I proceed to stand up to continue my lesson and a student says to me "Miss A, I can't see. Your head is in the way." RUDE. If he only knew. Isn't empathy part of the California mandated curriculum? Apparently not. Thanks Arnold.
How much are those doughnuts again? I think I may grab one, sit on it and drink a Dr. Pepper. Cheers.
Wanted to share two strange incidents that happend to me recently.
Strange incident #1: Last week I was driving on a 35 MPH city street and noticed the lady in the far left lane stopped in the middle and a man was getting off of the ground with his bike. It appeared as if the woman had just run over a bicyclist! Because I'm nosy, and wanted to be a good citizen and help, I pulled over to the right side of the street and rolled down my window to see if they needed anything. Just as I did that, a very panicked woman got out of her car and asked the man if he was ok and if he needed any help. His response was not one that I would expect from someone who just got hit by a moving vehicle: "$20 would be fine..". Man! If I got hit by a car while riding my bike, even if it was my fault, you better believe I'd at least ask for a new bike! Sure was her lucky day...hopefully she doesn't receive a call with news of a lawsuit anytime in the near future.
Strange incident #2: I left the gym this morning after my ass kicking from my trainer and a random middle aged woman started talking to me as I was walking to my car. She asked me if I liked the gym I was going to and me, being friendly and talkative, engaged in a brief conversation with her and told her that I liked it and was really excited about my new work out routine with my trainer and bla bla bla. Then she asked me what way I was driving and if I was going towards the Bart station. Now I could be wrong, but I think if I were to say yes, she was going to ask me for a ride. I told her I was going in the opposite direction (which was kind of a lie) and as I drove off I saw her standing at the bus stop. Who asks a random person for a ride?? I can sure say that I've seen too many weird shows and movies to want to give a stranger a ride somewhere. But I guess I should feel flattered that I look nice enough to be approached by a random woman and be asked for a ride.
Stay tuned for more strange incidents in the life of Christie.
Like my fellow biggest loser, I too am attempting to eat healthy and get toned (gym membership, trainer and all). It's pretty hard though to quit cold turkey and cut out the goodness of carbs and sweets (my weaknesses). Three times now I've looked like such a hypocrite asking a waitress at Mimi's for the low carb menu as I gorge from the bread bowl, ordering a skinny latte at Starbucks and following with a rice crispy treat and my favorite was getting a low cal meal at Chili's and then sharing the chocolate chip paradise pie with my dad. MMMMMMmmmm. So good but kind of defeats the purpose of eating that low cal meal in the first place.
Anyways, today my trainer put me on a meal plan so I am going to try my hardest not to fail. Those who know me understand that I am extremely competitive and HATE failure....so hopefully this works and I will reach my end goal: Here's to wishing me good luck!
A recent ATTEMPT to eat healthy, low fat food started Jan 1, 2008, which included cutting back on my addiction to Dr. Pepper. Yet, somehow I've found myself at Chipolte getting a steak burrito 5 times since then. I can't even bring myself to let the tortilla go and spring for the burrito bowl. Devastating news came to me that first trip of 08 at Chipolte... "Lady (yes, the woman at the register called me lady), we no give free soda to college students. Are you in high school?" Assuming she called me LADY, she knew I was not in high school. I think to myself, actually, this may be a blessing in disguise, I won't get a Mr. Pibb (they don't have Dr. Pepper and MP is the next best bet) each time I go to Chipolte. Hell, who is actually going to pay the extra $1.39 to get a delicious, mouth watering, prune juice filled soda? NOT I!
Yeah, right. Second trip to Chipolte I bust out my college ID card to try and scam the register worker into giving me that coveted free cup to fill with carbonated bliss. He doesn't buy it. So I buy the damn soda, proceed to fill it with only a little ice (the more ice you have the less soda you get) and I leave filling dejectedly happy. Every trip to Chipolte now costs me more then it did in 2007, which for some reason leaves me wanting it even more. Sometimes, I think that I just go out to eat for this very soda. It tastes so much better when served to you with a straw and the knowledge that soda refills are normally unlimited.
Do you think A&E does an Intervention on soda addiction? It is a drug... at least to some people. It could make for an interesting story... "Girl, born in city her addiction stems from. Plano, TX the site and start of a deadly relationship... can her family's love save her from this addiction?"
