scientist,
but I think they hurt because of all the air I breathed in while on the
treadmill. Now I get it. The trainers, I get them. They were only nice because
they wanted my money. Once I was in there, I saw ruthless and evil, that’s all
I saw. As a signing up bonus, I get a free week of personal training, you know,
to get me acquainted to all the vulgar machinery in the gym and to show me ways
of exercising. I tried smiling at him so that he could go easy on me, but he
stared me down and clicked his fingers at me, don’t know why.
“Let’s go, come on let’s go!” he screamed.
I was out of breath after like thirty
seconds, just doing a fast walk on the treadmill. It’s a very peculiar machine.
The ground is moving and I have to catch up with it. I felt weird just walking
on it. Maybe I’m just weird, but I felt funny and paranoid. One day the world
is going to be ruled by machines. I mean, whatever happened to running
organically around a field? At least then I can decrease or increase my speed
how I want it, instead of this constant nightmare. One time I reached out and
tried to adjust my speed to something lower and manageable, and he slapped my
hand. Yes, he did. Then he yelled at me, “That button is off limits, let’s go!”
So rude, these people are. Maybe it’s because its 6:30 in the morning, he’s
cranky, just like I am when I work early in the morning. Nope. I did not let
his harshness get to me. I’m here for a reason and a good reason it is: I am
losing this weight. I feel like such a sissy, being defeated on my first day. I
dread the future, this is horrific.
Then Trevor, my trainer, he had me try out
every machine in the gym. I shouldn’t have told him that I had two hours to
work out. Those cycling spinning machines are just awful. It took me forever to
climb on. And who came up with them anyway? The seat is not comfortable at all.
He said I’ll get used to it, and that I had twenty minutes left on it though.
Exercise is a bitch.
So after wiping down the sweat and changing
into my work clothes (hey, I’m not taking a shower to wash off the sweat, I
showered before I came to the gym. Besides, it’s weird taking a shower in a
public place, where anyone enters. Maybe when I have a six pack, it
won’t bother me that much.) I headed off to the post office. On my way out of
the gym they all bid me farewell with smiles on their faces, all happy and
warm. I comprehended them as being smug and evil.
“Don’t forget aerobics in the evening,”
said my trainer, with his smile.
Screw you! I thought. I’m going over to the
post office to mail Kate’s entry form for the makeover promotion. I have to buy
a stamp first, I wish to find the place queue free and open, because I can’t be
late for work. Sceptical mum wouldn’t borrow me her car in the morning. Ever
since news of petrol prices soaring up, she’s been using that as her new
excuse to avoid borrowing me her car. Dad’s gone back to the cattle post, so I
can’t use his. I don’t get why she’s worried about petrol when her ancient
sedan spends all its days parked away doing nothing. The cold is going to get
the best of it. One day it just won’t start, I tell you. Then we’ll see what
car she’s going to deny me when it’s not working...well hang on, that will be a
disadvantage to me too. I guess it’s only good for going to church then.
Done, all done. My heart is very fragile of
late, which is why being the only woman in a taxi filled with men discussing
the football match results from the weekend, really makes me irritated when I
shouldn’t be. I need to clear my head and not have it congested with
information I don’t really know. Apparently the manager of the biggest soccer
team in the country has been fired because the team is not delivering this year
in any of the leagues. I have no idea what it means or implies or who he is,
but I know it. The taxi driver and the three male passengers that were on it,
with me
but I think they hurt because of all the air I breathed in while on the
treadmill. Now I get it. The trainers, I get them. They were only nice because
they wanted my money. Once I was in there, I saw ruthless and evil, that’s all
I saw. As a signing up bonus, I get a free week of personal training, you know,
to get me acquainted to all the vulgar machinery in the gym and to show me ways
of exercising. I tried smiling at him so that he could go easy on me, but he
stared me down and clicked his fingers at me, don’t know why.
“Let’s go, come on let’s go!” he screamed.
I was out of breath after like thirty
seconds, just doing a fast walk on the treadmill. It’s a very peculiar machine.
The ground is moving and I have to catch up with it. I felt weird just walking
on it. Maybe I’m just weird, but I felt funny and paranoid. One day the world
is going to be ruled by machines. I mean, whatever happened to running
organically around a field? At least then I can decrease or increase my speed
how I want it, instead of this constant nightmare. One time I reached out and
tried to adjust my speed to something lower and manageable, and he slapped my
hand. Yes, he did. Then he yelled at me, “That button is off limits, let’s go!”
So rude, these people are. Maybe it’s because its 6:30 in the morning, he’s
cranky, just like I am when I work early in the morning. Nope. I did not let
his harshness get to me. I’m here for a reason and a good reason it is: I am
losing this weight. I feel like such a sissy, being defeated on my first day. I
dread the future, this is horrific.
Then Trevor, my trainer, he had me try out
every machine in the gym. I shouldn’t have told him that I had two hours to
work out. Those cycling spinning machines are just awful. It took me forever to
climb on. And who came up with them anyway? The seat is not comfortable at all.
He said I’ll get used to it, and that I had twenty minutes left on it though.
Exercise is a bitch.
So after wiping down the sweat and changing
into my work clothes (hey, I’m not taking a shower to wash off the sweat, I
showered before I came to the gym. Besides, it’s weird taking a shower in a
public place, where anyone enters. Maybe when I have a six pack, it
won’t bother me that much.) I headed off to the post office. On my way out of
the gym they all bid me farewell with smiles on their faces, all happy and
warm. I comprehended them as being smug and evil.
“Don’t forget aerobics in the evening,”
said my trainer, with his smile.
Screw you! I thought. I’m going over to the
post office to mail Kate’s entry form for the makeover promotion. I have to buy
a stamp first, I wish to find the place queue free and open, because I can’t be
late for work. Sceptical mum wouldn’t borrow me her car in the morning. Ever
since news of petrol prices soaring up, she’s been using that as her new
excuse to avoid borrowing me her car. Dad’s gone back to the cattle post, so I
can’t use his. I don’t get why she’s worried about petrol when her ancient
sedan spends all its days parked away doing nothing. The cold is going to get
the best of it. One day it just won’t start, I tell you. Then we’ll see what
car she’s going to deny me when it’s not working...well hang on, that will be a
disadvantage to me too. I guess it’s only good for going to church then.
Done, all done. My heart is very fragile of
late, which is why being the only woman in a taxi filled with men discussing
the football match results from the weekend, really makes me irritated when I
shouldn’t be. I need to clear my head and not have it congested with
information I don’t really know. Apparently the manager of the biggest soccer
team in the country has been fired because the team is not delivering this year
in any of the leagues. I have no idea what it means or implies or who he is,
but I know it. The taxi driver and the three male passengers that were on it,
with me
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