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The Different Types Of People You See At The Gym

From Thought Catalog obvi

There are a few types of people that are always at the gym. I will explain these people, and your appropriate response should be to giggle silently while nodding in agreement.

The Girl You Want To Look Like. Hey, how’s it going? What am I doing? Oh, you know, nothing, just maintaining my perfectly sculpted abs and extremely rare, genetically magical metabolism. I actually don’t even need to be here, I just needed a reason to walk around in my bedazzled sportswear and other things made of shiny latex and gold. Oh, I’ve broken a sweat! My goodness! It must be time to go eat a double cheeseburger and drink multiple martinis. Good luck with your unsuccessful workout, and don’t forget to check out my ass as I walk away!

The Man Who Makes A Lot Of Noise. Wuhhhh…. Sssssss…. Ahhhrrggg….  Blarfff…. What?! I’m working really hard. Don’t you see how many pounds I’m lifting? That’s like curling 14 babies. Human babies. I am obviously allowed to loudly groan my way through the alphabet because my muscles are more important than your workout playlist. Don’t pretend like you aren’t impressed. This body won’t quit, and neither will my incessant groaning. And no, you may not get a rep in while I wipe the sweat from my overworked jugular.

The Person Who Needs To Prove Stuff. You know who you are. You are there because you just lost a fistfight. You are there because you got demoted at Golden Corral. You are there because your wife turned out to be a lesbian. You are there because your high school reunion is next month and eff those people. You are there because you desperately need to prove to yourself, and maybe the successful people in your life, that you’re still worth something. So while you may not be able to brag about any other part of your current existence, at lease you can complain about it while bench-pressing your own weight.

The Lady Who Needs Four Cheesy Gorditas. Whew! Sweating feels so good. I just love to run and run and run. In fact, when I get done running, I’m just going to run home because I can and I will. I am like the energizer bunny, except I am way more fit and have better self-control than any bunny I’ve ever met. I am going to take my 94-pound frame and work it until it cannot possibly work anymore. Did you feel that slight breeze? Yeah, me neither. That’s because when I run past you, I am so quick and so silent you won’t even know anyone was there. Ninja runner. That’s what I call myself. Want to see something cool? Look how many times you can wrap your hand around my thigh!

The Guy Who Wants Your Attention. I’m a gymnast! I’m a break-dancer! I’m a trapeze artist! The point is, you need to watch what I’m doing. Watch and learn. Well, actually, don’t learn because I want to be the only one who knows how to do this, so just watch and praise me with your eyeballs. Go ahead, take this machine. I don’t need machines. My body is a machine. My skills don’t need added resistance because you can’t resist looking at them already. If anyone needs advice, I will be selling my Skills DVD in the parking lot. Look for the guy in the bright shirt with amazing skills.

So the next time you find yourself watching reruns of The View while counting down time on the stair machine, take a look around the gym. It’s weirder that way.

SOURCE: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/the-different-types-of-people-youll-see-at-the-gym/

WIW – WOOOO Edition

Last week: 183

This week: 181.2

Change: -1.8

Praise Jesus I’m back down to 181 and I am POSITIVE I WILL see 179 by New Years Eve. I’m bringing my scale home with me over winter break so I can keep myself accountable. 

I am SO focused right now on marathon training and what I’m putting into my body. I just want to walk around saying, “Not my chief, I’m in the fuckin’ ZONE” all day 😛

Do you speak running?

What languages do you speak?

If you’re reading this, it’s a safe bet that you speak English. Or at least American, which is like English only less so. Most common after that, I’m guessing, would be Spanish. Maybe you’re like me and can speak just enough French to suggest to someone that you all go to the beach, or to ask, “Where is my pencil?”

I know that RW Daily has readers in Germany, and elsewhere else in Europe, but I’m blanking on where, exactly. So there are some other languages represented.

It gradually dawned on me, though, that we all share a common language, beyond the one we learned growing up. We speak running.

Perhaps you aren’t aware of this. Maybe you dip in and out of this language over the course of a day, maybe even over the course of a single conversation, without even realizing it.

Skeptical? Try a little reading comprehension test. Show these conversational snippets to a friend who doesn’t run, then ask him or her to explain to you what they mean:

Person 1: “Are those Glycerins?”
Person 2: “No. Ghost 4’s.”
Person 1: “Nice. I’ve actually been thinking of trying Vibrams.”
Person 2: “If you’re interested in zero-drop, heck, just wear flats.”
—
Person 1: “I’m wiped. I just did three at 6:30
then eight by 400 with 200 recoveries.”
Person 2: “I thought you still had that ITB thing?”
Person 1: “I did, but I foam-rollered it and now it seems okay.”
—
Person 1: “How was your marathon?”
Person 2: “It was okay. I wanted to negative-split and run sub-three;
I went through the half in 1:32, but the wheels fell off
around 21 and I wound up doing a 3:12.”
Person 1: “Is that a PR?”
Person 2: “Yeah. But not a BQ.”
—
Person 1: “Are you doing Marine Corps this fall?”
Person 2: “No, it’s full.”
Person 1: “You could bandit.”
Person 2: “Nah, I’m gonna do Grandma’s in the summer
then maybe do a fall half.”

Probably your non-running friend will read those and then give you a blank stare. You may recognize this stare as the same one you see at parties when you talk about running with a stranger you’ve just met.

And that’s okay. Because I would understand what you were saying. I speak running, just like you do, and that’s a very cool thing.

Source: http://rwdaily.runnersworld.com/2011/12/do-you-speak-running.html

Bridesmaid-to-be!

Although I’m basking in the glow of single life I need to take time to celebrate one of my best friend’s engagements. She’s the first of my inner circle to be getting married*. ALL of my other 20 something friends are either single or dating – actually her finance proposed to her on 30th birthday last week! I’ve only attended a handful of weddings in the past and this will also be the first time that I will be IN A WEDDING. I’m excited! I hope she doesn’t make me wear a strapless dress, despite how perky my boobs have gotten they still need an over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder!

*Star I know you’re reading this, you are totally inner circle too, but you were already a grown up and got married on a Thursday without a wedding party and we’ve only lived in the same place at the same time for 10 weeks and that was 5 years ago. So there!