Because purple-faced is the new sexy
Am actually quite excited to hit the gym tonight. I started back up last week and it is doing very good things for my mental state. I find that in those first 48 hours after some cardio, I am less likely to start with the voodoo curses and the body-checking and car-running-over of old slow women who just won't get out of the way. Which is a good thing, I feel.
I also really like my gym. It was about time to get back there, since they'd actually moved locations while we were On A Break and I didn't even realize it. I go to Planet Fitness, which is dead cheap and where you can be thrown out for grunting. Which I think is pretty much awesome. I wish there were more places in the world that would throw people out for obnoxious, "hey, look at me" behavior. I bet people would actually start thinking about what they're doing if at any moment they could be handed a "Yeah . . . Get Out" ticket by some kind of Grand Righteous Hall Monitor.
This gym isn't a meat market, but it's not the rec center either where you have to fight packs of glaring middle-aged women for the right to use one of the 2 available ellipticals. There may be 3 ellipticals, but you can be sure that one of them is always out of order or creaking/shaking/smoking in some suspicious and possibly evil way. My gym has loads and loads of new machines and you never have to wait for one.
Plus I feel comfortable there. People aren't trying to impress each other. So I don't have to feel like I should feel self-conscious about using an old MP3 player instead of an iPod. Or listening to not-cool-at-all booty-shaking music. Or not wearing nice workout clothes, since I understand that you must give tradespeople money in order to acquire such things. I also don't work out in thongs or fake boobs, because I actually like myself.
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Thanks for the soup recipe. I've actually been looking for one (last post). I didn't take any pictures at Captain Tootypants' blessing! Third child.
I too am a red-faced work out girl. I'm also extremely sweaty. Even when I was a hot size-four-runner-every day I didn't have a chance in H*** of picking up on anyone while I was working out. And I always wore really old baggy clothes so nobody would have seen things jiggling.
Congrats on working out. I started working out again this morning as well. Am a firm believer in doing whatever it takes to keep the moods from swinging too much. And mine swung a bit too far out this weekend so it's time to get with the program.
Fun. D'you know that that new Planet Fitness is right by DesDad's new office building? Yep. That's the one. I wish I could find time to work out with two little munchkins. I'd have to get up earlier than I want to, though, and I loathe giving up my precious sleep time. [/lazy rant] In the meantime, maybe you could borrow my iPod and enjoy my new, uncool booty-shaking mix. ;)
Yesterday I walked by a mirror at the gym after I finished like 55 minutes of cardio and I almost screamed out loud. Turns out that sleep deprivation + workout face = hideous. I like fake boobs and thongs not at all. You forgot the bleached hair and crayola orange skin.
i don't sweat much, but i get red-faced. but my gym is a room with a kickboxing DVD. and my husband isn't allowed anywhere near me while i'm exercising
I want to know what is on DesMama's workout mix. There is NO WAY it is as lame as mine.
I am a middle-aged rec center patron. But I don't use the machines -- I like step. Oh, and my face doesn't just go red. It goes blotchy red and white. Very attractive. Especially on a middle-aged woman. (At least I can have a hot flash at the gym and have others think I'm getting a great workout. Tee-hee.)
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