Thursday, December 24, 2009
At the gym
Every morning I train alongside other beautiful swishy people, many of whom are losing weight or somehow improving their bodies, rather than maintaining fitness they already have.
In some ways, the gym is a great support community for fellow lumpy people, which seriously surprised me. I had always thought of the gym as somewhere only fit people go.
I work out in the Financial District of San Francisco every morning. Recently, while house sitting, I went to the Marina gym and (personal) awkwardness ensued.
First, there were mirrors everywhere. I don't want to stare at myself for 30 minutes at a time normally, and especially not while I'm sweaty and gross.
Second, I felt completely out of my league.
The Marina gym had a bunch of body builders, fit stay-at-home moms, and others who had nice arms, small asses, and matching track suits. Thankfully after a year of being at a gym, I felt like I belonged here too. I did not feel self conscious as I climbed on the elliptical in my stained wife beater, roughed up gym pants, and unshaven legs (hey, it's winter!), and then - of course - started dancing to all the good songs.
Despite my lack of shame at going to the Marina, I really prefer my Financial District gym. I like the homey feeling with my fellow lumpy people.