So I was at the Y tonight after I was done with my half-hour on the crosstrainer, and I went upstairs to visit my pal the heavy bag*, who happens to live in this little area off to the side of the running track, which itself is located above the main gym. The nice thing about having the bag there is it’s always noisy from the basketball court, so it’s not as noticeable when you’re beating the shit out of an object in that location. The heavy bag shares his room with some stretching mats and pilates equipment, but for the most part people stretch downstairs, unless they’re a) running on the track or b) antisocial.
When I got there, ponytail guy was stretching on the mat. While I took off my headphones and put on my gloves, he stopped stretching and sat down against the wall facing me. It was kind of weird, but I ignored it. You see volumes of weird at my Y, like the woman who yodels in the locker room, or the guy who screams like the Incredible Hulk when he lifts. Not a big deal. I beat up the bag for a while, and noticed that every time this one guy came around my side of the track, he was watching. He did that for three laps, then he hopped off the track and came over to talk to his friend, ponytail boy. When I took a break to catch my breath and stretch my wrists, he said, “Are you taking kickboxing or do you just have some aggression to work out?” I told him about martial arts and kickboxing and how I really really want to join a boxing gym someday, and he proceeded to have an entire conversation with my boobs. Seriously, for a while I thought maybe he had that wandering eye thing or was unable to focus, or something, anything other than the reality of him standing there for five minutes and never looking me in the eye once. Granted, I was wearing my Hawaii tshirt, which says HI in gigantic letters on the front, so maybe he thought my boobs were just really friendly? Or maybe he was grossed out that I was dripping sweat from my hair? Furthermore, why would you mess with a woman wearing bag gloves?? Anyway! The rest of my news can wait til tomorrow. The fact that I decided a week ago to redesign this site and haven’t done it yet is making me itchy. Guten Nacht, Kinder. Jenni* The Everlast logo turns me on. However, please shoot me if I ever think it’s a great idea to buy pink gloves.