You know how life works in mysterious ways, right? I posted the other day about my gym workouts and today, fate threw me a follow up post.
In case you were slacking and didn’t read the other post (wtf, bruh?) I was talking about how I like to work out in a corner of the gym facing a wall. Well, today I didn’t and I paid the price.
So, there I am, in my corner using my free weights. I have my giant headphones over my ears minding my own business and getting ripped. Except today someone has infiltrated my quiet corner so I can’t hog the space and was forced to face the actual gym instead of the wall.
I was barely into my second set when a very nice, well meaning woman walked over to me and told me I was an inspiration and then asked if she could take my picture! This was a new one - even for me.
My first thought: what am I a clown? Am I here to fucking amuse you? But (contrary to some opinions) I am not an asshole so I just kind of stared at her for a second while playing it out in my head.
She proceeded to explain that once a month she sends a picture of someone who she finds inspiring to her daughters. I was still not really digging the idea but it was becoming super awkward and I felt like saying ‘no’ would be kind of a dick move. I mean, she’s my first real fan so I should be cool about it, right?
I agree to the picture and try to look natural but in fact look completely awkward and feel even more ridiculous BUT THEN *this bitch is like, no, don’t pose, lift the weights so they can see you in action! 😳
OH. MY. GOD.
At this point I am totally horrified but we’re in way too deep and I’m so far out of my comfort zone I’m just like, “uhhh okay, sure” but in my head I’m crying and feeling like a dirty whore turning tricks for a happy meal.
“What am I? A fucking monkey? You want me to dance for you too?” But that’s all in my head because I’m lifting the weights and smiling like a total asshole.
This whole thing probably took place in under two minutes. I was sweating- not from exercise but from stress. She showed me the picture and the text group and the very nice description of who I was and why I was in a chair, etc.
She also explained that her daughter-in-law had been diagnosed with MS and was having a really hard time handling it. friend with MS - it’s a tough existence. I 100% appreciate this woman and what she was doing and that she only meant well and had only the best intentions.
That being said... I’m still dying! If my mom ever asked some random person to pose and sent me a photo, I would be like, “are you crazy? Stop harassing people, you weirdo!” But, people are different and we don’t all see things the same.
Anyway, I just thought it was funny and really, just when you thought you’ve seen it all, someone always surprises you with something new.
*”that bitch” is a term I like to use when telling stories sometimes. This woman was in no way a bitch and no bitches were harmed in the making or telling of this story.
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