Yesterday, I went into the weight room–it was leg day. My favorite day, I must admit. Anyhow, today the gym was a little bit more crowded than usual. Which was weird, especially since it was 9:00pm and a Monday on top of that.
As I headed to the squat rack, I saw a guy behind me (there’s a mirror in front of the squat rack) sitting there. He seemed to be killing the concentration curls, until I started squatting. You’re probably wondering how I know if he’s watching when I’m supposed to be watching myself in the mirror. But I was! I was watching-okay I was just a little self-conscious. I mean, my butt seemed to be literally reaching out for his face…also proof that my form was on point.
I guess this is just another downfall of the weight room–the lookers. Whenever you’re finished killing reps, you can rest assure the lookers have kept count with you.
After doing a few other exercises, I decided to end thing with the glute kickbacks machine. The machine was pretty darn fun. As I was kicking my butt into gear, I saw a great shadow on the floor in front of me. I knew my butt couldn’t have grown that much in 40 minutes. I glanced back and bam–eye contact! Yet again another looker (guess that’s what I’ll be calling them).
Can’t a girl work her booty without lookers breaking her concentration?! I think it’s time I invest in Beats, and work on ignoring the stares.
I can imagine how awkward things will be when I lift heavier and start grunting…oh my.
Until next time,
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