…I have a question for you.
Last night was leg day at the gym. (Thrilling, amirite?!) Normally I work out in the ladies section because I felt more comfortable up there at the beginning of my training.
But last night, I thought to myself, “I used to love working out with all the boys! So many babes everywhere!”
(Plus on leg day, I use a lot of machines and weights with “multiples” — which means I don’t have to wait around.)
So I worked out in plain view of males – gasp – but something funny-weird happened.
Everyone – guys and females – kept staring at me. I was like…what. is. going. on.
I looked down to check my top — nope, no Janet Jackson malfunctions happening. (I’m looking more like Paris Hilton these days, ifyouknowwhatImean.)
I was wearing my standard Nike Pro Fit leggings, so, no Britney-esque mishaps.
I shrugged and continued on with my quad murder on the leg extension machine.
But it kept happening. People kept looking at me.
Was I being paranoid?
I went to the bathroom to check my facial situation: did I somehow have chicken left over from my 4PM meal in my teeth? (Does this happen to people?) Did I have Mount Vesuvius of a pimple erupting somewhere on my face without my knowledge? A bleeding nose? Running mascara? (For the record, this is practically impossible — I don’t wear enough for that to happen!)
I had reapplied deodorant and brushed my teeth before going to the gym so it couldn’t have been that either.
iPod volume was also at a mid-to-l0w-range, so I wasn’t committing a Cardinal Sin against anyone at the gym.
It still remains a mystery.
Has this happened to anyone?! It was so eerie that it warranted an entire blog post. A plea to anyone for their insight on this strange phenomena!
WHY WAS EVERYONE STARING AT ME?!
How do I avoid this tonight?! I like working out in the co-ed section of the gym – it’s more communal and I like the feel of it. (Also, like to attempt to smile and pretend like I’m going to flirt with a babe at the gym. HA – that shit ain’t happening, Paige.)