The gym is scary some times. Especially when I don't go to the class, and instead I do my own thing.
One time I was just doing some vertical crunches and out of the corner of my eye, I see this fat man looking in my direction. I was like, "he's not looking at me, chill out."
I got off the thing and proceeded to that one machine that makes it easier to do pull ups and stuff, whatever.
Remember, I'm alone and now my ass is facing him while I work out. Yeah, it ain't much to look at, but I was wearing tights which make it look a tiny bit bigger.
I look over and I see he's still looking in my direction, and it's getting to be pretty weird at this point.
That's the end of that story. On to today.
So, we were in Body Pump, which is a light weight- high repetition class. I tell ya, every single time I did a squat my knees hurt, and I ain't making it up. However, I told my dad and, as usual, he gives me a look that basically tells me, "I don't believe you."
Ugh. I hate that.
