Oh. Thanks for that.

So I finally decided to grace the gym with my presence since I can't actually remember the last time I went there. I arrived to the chaos and quickly remembered why it is that I don't like going. I happened to be wearing the Chicago Sport and Social club t-shirt that I got somewhere for free. So while I'm trying to mount the elliptical and juggle my water, towel and iPod- one of the trainers came up to me and start a conversation about my shirt.
"Soooo what is the Sport and Social club?"
Ugh. I do not have time for this. "Oh, I have no idea- I got the shirt for free"
"Ohhh haha well I was really curious, it sounds cool"
"Yeah...welp I'm sure it is..."
"Well I'm [insert generic boy name] let me know if you ever find out."
mmmkkk. Great conversation about nothing. Good day to you.

18 minutes later, I decide that I've had enough of the elliptical and the gym. Let's be realistic, the only reason I went to the gym was to go tanning as I look like prune. I do a handful of situps and head into the locker room to grab my stuff. While walking up to the desk, I see Brian/John/Mike whatever his name was staring at me with his hands up and a fake confused look.
"What? That was like the SHORTEST workout ever!"
I debated telling him my whole life story as my excuse- how I haven't worked out in a couple months because I spend much of my free time with my new boyfriend and how I had just gotten over what could possibly have been the black lung disease last week and how work has been pretty busy and how I'm in the pre-spring funk etc.
But instead I just said: "Ha yeah, I'm over it...I have to go tanning"
He laughs and gestures towards me while getting this other trainer's attention,
"Sara, she just did like the shortest workout of all time"
Sara replies with "Haha well tanning is important!"
I awkwardly laugh and agree.
Sir. How dare you call attention to my obvious lack of self motivation. I see nothing wrong with an 18 minute "workout." Rude.

Gym = disaster

So in hopes of maintaining my #3 resolution I headed to the wonderful Xsport gym. I assumed that it would be crowded...but this was OUT of control. As soon as I got into the locker room, I had to pounce on a poor girl to get her locker as she was leaving. I then headed into the clusterfuck that was my gym.
Here's what annoys me more than anything. I walk down a row of treadmills and see one open, (it was a New Year miracle)! I get on, put my towel down, plug in my headphones and start switching through the TV channels. I go to start the machine only to find out that its broken. Neither person on either side of me decided to give me a heads up at any point. And you know that there were others like me trying to get that machine to work. RUDE. I finally found some weird machine, got knows what muscles it was even working (I'm sure I'll feel it tomorrow). 20 minutes on that shit, and then I fled back to the safety of my apartment. Now I am now forced to go tomorrow morning to make up for my failure today.
Now in hopes of becoming slightly more optimistic, I will say that there were some decent looking pieces at the gym. And then there's me staring at them out of the corner of my eye, while trying to look REALLY busy drinking my water bottle.
I hope tomorrow morning is better!