Good morning and happy Monday!
I hope that everyone had a fantastic weekend and is ready for another productive week of work. As I type this blog, I am watching the Grammys and what I can tell you about what I've seen so far is Wiz was high as a kite when he selected his outfit, Alicia Keys and Adam Levine are a hell of a duo, Justin Timberlake still has it and Christ Brown probably feels like a real dummy for punching Frank Ocean in the face last weekend and then having to watch him win a Grammy. Talk about karma.
The topic for this blog initially sprouted when I ran eight miles at the gym early last week only to turn around and see a table full of pizza. My gym celebrated it's one year anniversary and we celebrated it with..... pizza? To be fair, there was also some fruit. But, isn't pizza part of the problem that landed some people at the gym in the first place? You know what else landed people at the gym? Perpetual laziness and the inability to peel yourself off of the couch and away from the television. But, luckily for those people, you can still come to the gym AND watch television! Anchored directly above nearly every piece of cardio equipment, there is a television.
Every single time I go to the gym, I turn off the television above my machine and place the remote control on the floor. It's weird but I actually need the cup holder to hold my water bottle, so I don't have anywhere to place a remote. Yet, every time I do an extended workout, somewhere between four and five people will walk up to me and try to hand me the remote control off of the floor. No way I would have ever elected to ever pass the opportunity to watch Judge Judy while running, right? Wrong. If you want to watch daytime television and walk at the speed of slow on a treadmill, then you should watch television in your living room and march in place.
Mind your own business and don't look at my machine. Yes, I am running faster than you. Let me worry about that my pace and distance. It's that simple.
You know whenever you go to the dentist and he asks you a question while his hands are all up in your mouth, knowing damn well that you can't answer? If you see me running at the gym, imagine that there is a dentist cleaning my teeth.... I do not want to talk to you. Don't come and stand by my machine and wait for me to pull out my headphones. That's honestly weird. I'm focused and I'm sweating; get away from me.
Don't hop off of your machine and head home; clean it. Even if you were standing on the tredmill watching Days of Our Lives, you better go get the cleaning solution. To simply touch anything in an environment where everyone is sweating is enough to warrant a little clean sweep.
Don't stand outside of the gym and chain smoke cigarettes. If I am just getting to the gym, I don't want to eat your smoke on the way in and if I just finished a workout I don't want to chance my perfectly good health on your dumb addiction. Smoke in your car where you can't harm anyone but yourself.
If you go to the bathroom, wash your hands after. As I mentioned, we already have to worry about touching someone else's sweat. No one wants to touch weights after you had your pee hands on them.
Leave your phone in your bag. If you can talk on the phone AND work out at the same time, you aren't working out hard enough. No one wants to hear your phone conversation and no one that is waiting for a machine is going to like it when you're taking a personal call and they're wasting their time watching you instead of working out.
Lastly, and far fetched, do not try to slip me your phone number at the gym. I didn't come here to find a boyfriend. Don't try to leave your phone number on my car. YES, this ACTUALLY happened. This made for an incredibly awkward moment as I ran directly into the individual while trying to get into my car during a rain storm.
This week's blog shout out goes to my two favorite people that recently landed themselves on the injured list. Angelo had a surgical procedure after he pulled an ambitious trick on a snowboard. Secondly, Jeremy gets the shout out as well. Jeremy blew out his ankle on the south side last weekend while trying to run after Caitlynn who was "so excited to see Sara and couldn't stop running." Angelo is using his injury to pick up girls. Jeremy spent his week with a swollen ankle and being bullied by me over and over again. Love you both.
I am headed to NYC this weekend with my friend Scott to spend some time with Sara K, Joel and Ana. If you know these people, you know that I will need some good thoughts because they party a bit harder than I do.
Until next week; here's to practicing proper gym etiquette,
Xoxo <3
