Do you know what I HATE about going to the gym; besides the actual exercise?
Being watched
I don't mind the friendly glance and half smile, the nod of approval, or even the flash of vague indifference; it's being eyeball stalked from behind a humming cardio machine that is so damned infuriating!
I can deal with the teenage boys looking at the middle-aged, not-so-sveldt me, they're teenagers, they don't get it.
All they see when they look at me is someone akin to their mother hoping to avoid looking like their Grandmother (at least that's what their Mom says when she walks out the door to the gym).
It's the (various) late middle-aged guys who cant keep their eyeballs on their own workout!!
Am I doing something wrong? Tell me!
Am I doing something right? Give me a thumbs up.
Is it the clothes?
Are they not the right brand?
Right color?
Right size?
It can't be the boobs, cause they're wrapped so tight I can barely breathe as it is!
Do you want to tell me I look good? You're over 40 man, suck it up and tell me, it's not like I'm going to reach up and smack you. In fact, I'd probably think you were one of the nicest people on the planet and even go so far as to tell you as much - it would probably make both of our day.
Do you want to tell me to give it up and go home? You're over 40 man, suck it up and tell me - but be prepare to be smacked for that one, how dare you tell me to give up on anything! Jerk.
I'm here to workout, not to help you bide your time on the treadmill, so,
keep your eyeballs on your machine or engage the other orifice on your face, open it, and tell me why I interest your eyeballs so much right now - That said...in several months I hope to really give you a reason to look!
