Working it at the Gym

I finally got my booty off the computer this morning and headed over to the gym today. I am so glad I did because they finally set up the TV's in front of the treadmill, so when I ran the time flew by even faster than normal! You gotta love that. I hate when you're on a cardio machine and checking the time. Every. 30. Seconds. Not fun.

Anyway, so, random thought, but I like to smile at people. It's always nice to see someone smile at you, right? I like to wink, too, but that's not relevant.

I have noticed my ability to smile at people at the gym has completely disappeared. I don't look anyone in the eye or smile—nothing. Why is that, I was thinking today? So, I decided to change my ways. I smiled at this person and that person—girls/boys, you name it (and a extra big cheesy one for the cute trainer accepting my gym pass, while my kids were running around screaming, thank you very much). I mean, I see these people that work here every day. And it's not like I want to be BFF with them or anything, but I still think its weird that there's no smiling involved. But today was a new day. Come on, people, let's be friends.

When I first arrived, I made my way through the weight room, strolling towards this one trainer I see all the time. So, you guessed it…I smiled at him. Surprisingly, he looked me right in the eye, and (instead of pretending I was smiling at the person behind you, silly) I just kept staring and smiling…and…time...seemed...to…drag…and by this point my face was frozen in place because it had passed "friendly" and entered "socially awkward." I'm thinking "Dude, stop staring," (which is funny because I was the one who started it) and he gave me the weirdest look, like I was checking him out. And that's when it hit me.

You can't smile or say hi or be normal at the gym because if you look someone in the eye or smile at them, they think you're checking them out and all, "Hey, what are you doing later tonight?"

Please.

Unfortunately, as I made my way through the gym for the rest of the day, upstairs and downstairs, the trainer dude was sure to be found, glancing at me hesitatingly like I was about to ask him for his number. Get real, dude. I'm sure he thought I was stalking him because of the huge crush I don't have on him.

And then I look down, and realized I wasn't wearing my wedding ring.

Nice one, Kristi. Nice.

Note to 24 Hour Fitness Trainer: If I was checking you out, you would have known it because I would have busted out with some sweet dance moves on the weight room floor, ok? Just so we're clear here.

Also, I really like Naomi's idea of approching him with, "Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere." That would be so awesome. He would not be scared of me at all. Good times.