So last night I ended up getting to the gym ~8:30pm. For a Wednesday night, there were definitely a lot more people than usual. Oh well. I decided to do a bit of stretching, then walked my ass to the Arc Trainer to fit in a 20 min hill interval workout. (The Arc Trainers are the least used cardio machine, so all 12 were available. WOHOO!)
Five minutes into my workout, someone decides to jump onto the arc trainer directly next to me. Ummm ok.. cool. In between listening to the lyrics of Breaking Benjamin's Break My Fall, I hear someone saying, "Hello.. hey... hi." I turn and here's a guy wearing a pink Nike jogging suit with matching wristbands and headband. I'm smiling and thinking he's just a college kid who obviously lost a bet, so I start looking around the gym to see if his friends are around. "I'm Michael. I just joined a week ago. I love this gym! Are you new? What's your name?" "Sup, man. Nope. Name's Sheryl." "Wow. This machine is weird. I feel like I'm walking on air. Do you feel like you're walking on air? Weeee! Look at me! I'm walking on air!" So I start dying laughing, because he's saying this loud. "Dude, I'm trying to workout. Please, don't fuck with me right now." He laughs and pats my hand, "I'm sorry..." I interrupt in saying, "You lost a bet, didn't you?" "Ummm, yah... did the hot pink headband and wristbands give it away? I hope people don't think I'm gay." "Want my honest opinion?" He nods and laughs. "Honestly, I would've never thought you were gay. Reason being, gay men have style. No gay man would be caught dead rocking a Britney Spears colored jump suit, you dumbass." He fell off the arc trainer from laughing so damn hard. As a result, I've been invited to a fraternity party for being "a wicked funny chick."
-Sheryl