Today was the first rowing practice that I had attended in about a week. To thank me, my body produced blisters on my hands and both my wrists are slightly sore. My right hand took a little more damage today since I can feel it starting to stiffen.
The reason for no practices in a week? There was a competition in Oklahoma and every single fucking boat went down with the competitive folks who took the time to travel to regatta. Those who were not in the competition were not impressed. Which is understandable; we pay a great deal of money to use this equipment and they take it all down with them? I suppose it doesn’t help that the RecGroup is pretty much hated by the board (except the President…she is from the RecGroup).
During the absence of the boats I went to my college’s gym and worked out there a little bit.
Now my experience with postsecondary gym facilities are less than stellar and I have my reasons on why I do not enjoy going there to workout; even if the facility is free for my use because it is a part of my tuition costs. Last year while I was in a year of university I went with two of my friends to the gym facility. Now I don’t mind a bit of attention from the male species (I’m a girl and who doesn’t like it when a guy shows some interest in you?)…but not at the gym and I definitely do not enjoy feeling all these intense stares which are geared towards my rear end or my boobs. It just gives me the hibiddy-jibbidees.
Thankfully I didn’t have to deal with the stupid male gawkers who, while I was at the city’s university last year this happened once and turned me away from the gym, liked to stare while making weird poses in an effort to show off their bodies.
Or in my friend’s case: have men trying to get her to come over and talk their way into a date (which she promptly tells them to “fuck off” nicely).
It’s not that I am self-conscious about my figure. In fact I want to go because I have the right to maintain a healthy lifestyle with the bonus of going to the gym to maintain my slim figure. I am NOT there to look for a date (I have an amazing boyfriend). If I were to go to the gym for any type of “relationship” it would be a friendship with someone who will push me in workouts. I like having a support and encouragement while working out. Even if it is, “I can do xx amount of sit ups and I bet you can’t!” Childish? Oh most certainly.
Last week I took a quick look around and deemed it Munchkin Approved.
I think the biggest reason that I like the gym facility at the College is that it is a lot smaller than the one at the University.
Its one room with all the equipment grouped and only a small amount of mirrors (that are thankfully all along one wall) for the purpose of weight training. There are also treadmills, stair climber things, and a small selection of stationary bikes. There were both stationary weight machines and free weights which I look forward to using.
Probably the biggest turn on for me with the facility was there were not many people using it. Only two other guys were using while I took my quick peek around and they acknowledged me with a nice smile nod combination before turning back to their conversation. I hope that this is the type of welcome and environment that will be continuous throughout the year because I truly enjoyed it. Those men, whoever they were, proved that not all guys at the gym want to hook up or just to be disgusting neanderthals who have more muscle than brain.
What kind of gym experiences have you encountered? While in a post secondary facility did you use the gym? Let me know the comments below!
xx Emerald Munchkin xx