First off – HAPPY THURSDAY! If, like me, today is your Friday it’s definitely time to celebrate.

Boyfriend and I are off to Wisconsin this weekend for reception #2 for our friends that got married in Mexico. Being a destination wedding, not all of their friends and family were able to make it… so they wanted to get everyone together for a big Wisconsin reception – I rarely get to see the bride, so twice in one month? CANNOT WAIT.

Meaning a lot of this is about to happen all over again:

But on to the thoughts.

Since starting this whole weights thing, my time at the gym has gone from enter-treadmill-exit to spend-more-time-in-the-gym/weight-room. Ergo I encounter several different gym species of people. And am forced to interact (from a distance) with their weirdness.

So without further ado, Thursday Thoughts – Gym Edition.

• Board Shorts. WHY? They cannot be comfortable to work out in (if I’m missing something and they in fact are, please just tell me). But really they seem to be incredibly stiff with not a lot of give. Not to mention the obnoxiously bright patterns and colors. Please leave that to us Lululemon wearing ladies.
• On the same note – THE JEANS wearing gym-goer. You know who you are. You show up at the gym thinking you’re like OMG too busy to change into gym clothes so you work out in DENIM. I won’t even get into the level of discomfort doing sit-ups in jeans probably provides, but you look ridiculous. If you’re working out in premium denim, you clearly own a pair of basketball/running shorts. Take the 35 seconds and change into them.

• The STARING. I have never been in such close vicinity to people who stare at themselves/others so darn often. The amount of staring in the mirror can go on for several minutes at a time. And then you look up and realize someone is staring at YOU. Probably in some type of unconscious zone but still. Completely unnerving and a little bit creepy. Eyes to yourselves.
• GRUNTING. I’ve waxed poetic about my distaste for the grunters in the gym before but really now – if I can hear you OVER my music (which is normally blasting pretty loudly), we have a problem. For lack of a better word you sound constipated. Lower the weight. Lower your reps. Install a home gym so you can grunt in privacy. Just do something. Because you sound like an animal. And I will be the first (but not the last) to tell you that it’s annoying and incredibly weird.
• SINGING. I am all for singing. I sing in the shower. I sing in the car. I sing (off-key) regularly to boyfriend when I have a song stuck in my head and can’t get it out. I’m tone deaf. I recognize that. If you are someone that SINGS WITH YOUR MUSIC at the gym, you should realize too that you do not sound the same as the person singing it. So please leave the rendition of Taylor Swift “22″ for the shower/car/home, I’m begging you.
• TAKING UP SPACE. I literally went through an entire 12-minute set of my circuit yesterday and the person taking up the bench I needed for my next set just sat there, relaxed, watching the Giants game. FOR 12 MINUTES. I know this because I timed it on my iPhone. (My set, not the guy sitting there, but it worked.) He literally didn’t move. Then he got up, moved to another bench and sat for another 12 minutes (my next set). And then he left. Stop taking up my benches and just watch the game at home. It’s hard enough trying to find one  during prime after work hours to do lunges and tricep push-ups on without you using it as your personal recliner.
• MAKEUP – Gals, I get it. Attractive people go to the gym. You want to impress said attractive people. Wearing a pound of make-up and having it streak down your face creating a discoloration on half your face is not the way to do this. When you are wearing so much eye-liner it creates raccoon eyes after you start sweating, it’s usually a sign you are wearing to much. Au Naturale ladies. Embrace it.

Anyone else have similar experiences at the gym? It can’t just be me.

I promise this post is meant to be taken light-hearted(ly) and with a sense of humor. As are most of my posts. If not all. Really just don’t ever take me seriously is the moral of this little tale.

With that – hope you have a great Thursday! (Or “Friday”!)

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