I went to the gym today for the first time in a long time. It was quite enjoyable, except for I think the guy on the machine next to me recorded me.
He picked up his phone at one point and tapped something and then held it in his hand at a weird angle, with his camera pointed directly at me. He held it like that for about 20-30 seconds. Then he brought it up, tapped something again, and set his phone back on the machine.
It could have been a coincidence or even just me projecting my anxiety. But it felt weird. And I noticed him looking at me and my display a few times. So in my mind, it seems likely that he was recording me.
maybe he thought I was so attractive and he wanted to remember me forever?
But it was probably more because I looked like I was dying? The fat girl with the bright, tomato-red face, going SO SLOW but huffing and puffing and heaving.
Honestly, it didn’t really bother me. Not then and not now. because I am old and don’t care anymore about a lot of things, and I especially don’t care about assholes at the gym. I was having a good time.
BUT STILL. it’s not cool to record or take photos of other people in the gym.
Except for that one time, back in dorchester, when I took a picture of a guy in the gym. But look. It’s not my fault. He was just so hot. So so hot. and yeah, I was a total creep, sitting there on my treadmill, getting all sweaty in places that don’t have sweat glands as I watched him doing his sexy sexy pull ups. But it couldn’t be helped. If you saw him you would have understood. Plus, I LOVED HIM VERY VERY MUCH.
I don’t think the guy today loved me, not even a tiny little bit.
I do feel a little embarrassed, starting back up at the gym again in January, with all the “new year, new me” people, but what can you do.
I am still a little worried about Covid, too. I wore my mask. But I am extremely out of shape and ended up taking it off about five mins into my workout. It was either that or pass out from lack of oxygen. That would have given the guy something really worth recording.