For instance, once I went to a gym in Maryland, a rather nice one called "Life Time Fitness" or something like that. I thought I was so cute in my little running ensemble with my iPod. I hopped on, started to run, and jammed out to the music. Next thing I knew, my leg was wrapped around the bar and the tread was hammering my prone ass. I'm pretty sure that didn't go unnoticed. In fact, I know it didn't because the laughter was pretty loud. I heard it over the music that was still playing in my little iPod earbuds.
Even at home I manage to kick over the table lamp or knock over a drink that's across the room. I don't know how. It's borderline telekinesis, if you ask me.
Sometimes I let it stop me from "going for it" - at the gym, at home, outside. I get too embarrassed, so I just don't do it. This feeling is especially bad in gyms where macho buff guys and hot little fem-machines are literally making the workout equipment their bitches.
Anybody else out there feel that way?
I call it the "Bella Syndrome." Twilight fans, anybody? Remember how crazy inept Bella was? She couldn't even go to gym class without whacking herself and a friend over the head with a racket in the same swing.
Well, from this day forward I make a promise to myself to stop letting the embarrassment get in the way of my fitness goals! I say that all us klutzes unite together in a common goal: taking the fitness scene back from the eerily graceful studs and femme fatales!
Who's with me?
1 comment:
ummm yeah! that's like most of the reason i don't work out if anyone can see me. i have zero coordination. if someone tells me to do something different, i'm like, "umm how do you make your leg do that???"
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