This week is my last at my current non-MIT gym. I can't say I'm going to miss it much. I joined this gym immediately after moving to Charlestown. It was the closest to home, on my way to work, and had an excellent assortment of equipment.
Rant warning! I'm about to rant so if you don't want to hear it, just wait until tomorow's post in which I promise no ranting.
I showed up the first day the same way I would for the gym I went to in Atlanta: cute little sports bra, cute little spandex, cute little socks, tan. This was the basic uniform for young women in Atlanta.
Unfortunately, the guys in the gym weren't used to the "Atlanta look" and literally stared non-stop. I figured maybe it was because I was new, so wore the same type of outfit the next day. It was so icky my skin practically crawled off my body. So I switched to tank tops and baggy pants.
There is seriously no need for staring at a gym. Glance once in a while, fine, but don't stare. In addition, within my first month there, a man had asked me out mid-repetition. I was literally half-way up in a crunch when he asked me. (I declined, and subsequently stopped talking to anybody in the gym.) Another time one hissed at me as I walked by. My closest friend at the gym was a bartender in a strip joint. Not the classiest of clientele at the good ol' World Gym.
Thursday will be my last day there, so I will continue my rant then =D
3 comments:
Hmm, I guess I should stop staring at girls in the gym...
I forgot you met your fiancee there! =D
How about you bring the "Atlanta look" to ERBA? Maybe the class would be worth attending then! :-)
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