Anyway.
At work, we are participating in this contest called Live Healthy Triangle. It's a 100-day wellness competition where teams/businesses throughout the Triangle compete for most activity points logged, most weight loss, etc. At my workplace, we have three teams. I, along with two other women in my department, are on a team with all guys. And the CEO of the company. This is pressure. This is serious. I heard last year that if people weren't logging in some good stuff, the CEO came down on them. This, my friends, is enough to motivate me to work out.
I've started walking with Brian after work around the neighborhood behind his apartment. Also walking with us is Ginny.
Brian is out of town on business, and I don't feel comfortable walking around at night alone (I watch WAY too much Criminal Minds), so today I decided to find a workout video on Netflix. Turns out, there's not many workout videos on Netflix Instant. I found one called Crunch Salsa, which was supposed to be exactly what it sounds like: a workout based on salsa dancing. The description claimed it would be easy to catch on to the dance moves (which were clearly taught to you by "six bare-bellied women." Lovely). However, after six minutes of tripping over my own feet I stopped that nonsense, declared workout instructor Giselle a fucking liar, and decided to just walk around the apartments. But once I went outside I saw that shockingly, there was no one on the treadmill in our tiny gym. So I went in and started walking. And also became inadvertently involved in a conversation with Reba. Reba lives in the complex. She's lived all over the country. She's been on a cruise to Mexico. She saw some guy on the treadmill earlier running 7 mph. I learned a lot about Reba tonight.
I also learned that it's not easy to carry on a convo with a stranger while you're trying to work out.
Reba eventually left, and I was at peace with the TV (hello, digital cable in the gym!) and the treadmill. This didn't last long, as a girl came in a few minutes later and acted like she was going to do something on one of the other pieces of equipment. I could see her reflection in the windows. She just stood there staring at herself in the mirror. I was like, does she want this treadmill? Cause she's not getting it. About 10 minutes later, she came over and got on some weight training thing right in front of me (actually BETWEEN me and the TV ... about two feet away from me) and blasted her mp3 player so loud that I actually started walking to the beat of "Telephone." She then finished a couple sets of something that looked like she had no business doing and then walked back to the mirror and continued to stand there for another 20 minutes until I finished my 35 minutes. As soon as I got out the door, she took over the treadmill.
Really? Did she really just get all up in my grill and turn her music up full blast in an effort to get me off the treadmill faster? Cause it didn't work. It just annoyed me and made me walk longer than I had planned.
Moral of this long-winded story? I'm motivated to work out by peer pressure and the satisfaction of knowing I'm not giving in to the pressure of an annoying stranger.
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