Yep - it finally happened. I should have known it was coming. I was building a rapport with the SWGs (skinny white girls) - I am Mikey and they really like me. Well, they've at least managaed to stop the awkward stare. Some still do the "it's okay fat girl" encouragement but overall, I think they are used to me.
See I am two minorities at my gym - black and fat. The trainers are brown like me but they don't count. Everyone else that consistenly works out at 5:30am MWF is a skinny white girl. There have been a few fat girls show up and a few black girls, they all give me that "we are in this together" look. I sheepishly smile back and then ignore everyone. You might be saying I'm rude but I'm not. Who goes to the gym to make friends? My goal is to keep up with the girl who can sprint a quarter mile with a 20lb medicine ball in 30secs (which takes all my energy) not with the one that's gonna suggest we meet at ihop over pancakes. I can have those with my disillusioned skinny friends that I already know.
I digress... So they like me, know me and even come to expect me to be there. I should have known that it would happen as this has been thee gasiest woman week in a long time. I'm working out - doing one legged box squats (yep, it's as crazy as it sounds) and I poot. It was audible but no smell. I said excuse me, did a quick "did anybody react to that" check and kept working out. Next time, someone should turn the music up before we start working out.
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