Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Because Awkward lives at the gym more than anywhere else

I have awkward gym/work-out related experiences quite often. Adam and I recently joined our local (cheap! tiny! CHEAP!) gym, (Fitness 19 – classy, I know) and I took advantage of gym membership this morning, in an effort to beat this tummy bug out of my system.

I had just gotten on the leg machines when I heard a noise rather like a wounded bear, coming from the Serious Iron-Pumping Section, where the scarily brawny wander about and toss heavy dumb-bells non-chalantly, ready to snap us small types in two with their pinkies.

A serious weight-lifter was howling as he lifted the equivalent of a Giant Sequoia over his head.  REPEATEDLY.  And everyone else was just working out to their iPods like nothing was happening, while me, never one to shy away from being as Awkward Girl-ish as possible, looked about in trepidation and forgot which way to sit on the machines in my distraction.

Although I must say, working out with a steady “Harrrrrrghhhhh!” in the background does help one feel very hard-core.

3 comments found

  1. Maybe you should try “HHHAaaaaaRGHH”ing back, when your in the middle of your elipitical run, just let it fly.

  2. I much prefer “Haaargh!” to the girl at my girl, who makes…um…bedroom noises as she lifts weights. No joke.

  3. The gym is an awkward, awkward place. It is one of those places where being as removed as possible from the situation is completely acceptable (ie. iPod blasting). I had a little fun for a class playing on just how awkward the gym is. Check it out:Dhttp://gauchedisplay.blogspot.com/

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