It's a word.
Weirded Out.
It's the past tense of "Oh my gosh there are three dozen people in the space that was enginnered to hold 10 people without 34 treadmills there too!"
Yes, I can multiply. I was accounting for the stander-arounders. It's another word. Look it up.
Webster: Stander-arounders (from the Latin word Likespanexi Nolikeesweati) those individuals or groups who frequent health/fitness centers or events dressed as though they will participate but do not.
Okay now that we have the vernacular down back to the weirded out situation.
The scene: The "city gym."
The cast: The 3 dozen gym members
My family
Me
The scene opens with a view of the cardio suite. Row after row of occupied treadmills. Squeezed into the space so efficently that each treadmill touches the one next to it. On each treadmill is a runner/walker/"lets chat while standing on the siderails as the treadmill runs beneath me" occupant.
So many issues. So little space in this post!
Let's stick with Weirded Out.
I found myself unable unwilling to wiggle my way to a treadmill (there where actually 2 unoccupied. ) I felt completely out of my element. This is so odd for me. When I was a trainer/instructor I was known for approaching new faces in the gym and saying, "Hi I'm Shelly and why aren't you in my class?"
(Hey. It worked!)
So I am not shy (even when wearing spandex.) But at this gym I could not make myself workout. The gym was nice, bright, clean, well equipped. I don't know if it was the layout, the tight spaces or something about the clientele. But I, Shelly crazy obessed always wants to run runner gave up a prefectly good opportunity to run.
Has this ever happened to you? Did you ever figure out why? What ever the reasons you gave up an opportunity to run?
Me at work.
My jacket is a New Balance pink ribbon version. So cute and comfy.
But the pink never shows up in my pictures. This was a long running morning.
No time to do anything to my crazy hair. That's always a good look!
And they trust me with money. heeheehee
