I have a small apartment complex that I live in now. Our workout facility is somewhat small. We have one of those “All-In-One” machines, a few dumbbells, 2 treadmills, 2 elliptical machines, and 2 stationary bikes. You will see me in the gym 5-6 days a week. For me, when I first stepped into the workout facility, I was intimidated as I inspected my new surroundings, and I think we have all felt that way the first time we go… especially if we haven’t been in awhile. You think that all eyes are on you thinking, “what in the hell are you doing here?” And I think that as time goes on, and we get more comfortable and are known as regulars in the facility, we feel that we are generally accepted by all who enter. Once we get to that point, we then start looking at others, and instantly making the assumptions that when new people, that we have never seen before, walk in, we think, “I’m not going to see you again for quite some time. But when you do decide to come back, I’ll be here…” It’s terrible, but true. I digress…
Last night, a woman was in the gym. Someone I have never seen before in the month and a half I have been going. She is walking around like she owns the place. Strutting her stuff, etc. She then starts complaining about the TV. It was on MTV when I got there, and I was enjoying “pimp my ride” in a special kind of way. Anyway, she exclaims, “do you mind if I listen to the radio?” Me, being the overly polite person that I am, “No problem!” and mute the TV. She goes over to the stereo and fiddles with it for 2 minutes. Nothing but static booming over the speakers. Silence, then more static. “I can’t get it off AM!” she says. I look at her and smile, and continue with my workout. No way am I going over to help her! 2 more minutes, more static. “I just can’t get this thing to work…” By this point, I am slightly amused, slightly aggravated. Anyone that can’t figure out a radio is no friend of mine and frankly, you’re an idiot. “Here’s an idea. Let’s watch TV!” With one click of the remote (which I had stashed beside the bike) I turned on the Presidential Address. She looks at me with a blank stare, says nothing. I ignore her stare, and listen attentively to the president. She does a few side bends and leaves the gym. I don’t think I will see her for awhile.
I think that when you have a small gym like mine, and you are in there busting your butt day in and day out, you can make decisions like that. If you think differently, I’ll see you in my gym tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that…
I’m Gone.