Mirrors and the Elliptical Machine

So the past two nights at the good old LPAC (Lincoln Park Athletic Club) has been interesting.

Now there is a diverse group of people there on any given night. However, I don’t work out until about 9:00 p.m. at night as to give me the best choices of machines and to avoid those crazy 8lb, bright spandex workout Nazis.

Tuesday night there was a few more people then normally, so instead of getting my favorite machine I was forced to the elliptical that is located by the large wall mirror. Please. I am NOT that ok with my body yet, but anyway that’s where I ended up.

I’m working out and watching L&O SVU, when this peppy little thing gets on the machine next to me. She’s in TIGHT black spandex pants, a sports bra top and equipped with her pink iPod (not knocking the pink), LV change purse, keys and cell phone.

So she gets on the machine and puts the resistance up as high as it will go. Cue her BOUNCING at a very high speed. I mean me and the guy next to her kept waiting for her to launch herself off the damn thing.

Now if that wasn’t bad enough, every couple minutes she would go really fast around and around on one foot. When this happened she would strike a pose and stare into the mirror. Which wouldn’t be to bad…except I was in between her and the mirror and she sighed like I was inconveniencing her.

This goes on for about 15 minutes before she gets on her phone and now she is yelling into it and bouncing at 100 mph. Now by this time SVU is over and I am listening to music…very loud. So this psycho must be screaming into the damn thing.

So finally get gets off and tells her friends “omg that was like the best workout ever. Its just o bad someone was in my way and I could not monitor my form.”

Ok psycho, maybe you could have moved to the machine on the other side of me and forgone watching Paris Hilton be a slut on E!.

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So while last night wasn’t as entertaining, it still had it moments.

I’m working out on my favorite machine and it was the best workout. I’m watching some basketball and listening (again loudly) to my new workout mix.

When out of the corner of my eye I notice the guy on the bike constantly staring, and he keeps this up for a while.

Now I do a 30 min set on the elliptical, get a drink, stretch and another 30 min set.

Now when I workout, it’s in black workout pants and an MSU t-shirt. 995 of the time b/c I have a million MSU t-shirts.

So staring guy (SG) comes up to me and goes “So, Michigan State grad?”

Me: “Yep”
SG: “Excited for the tournament?”
Me: “Yep”
SG “So who are you rooting for?”
Me:Blank stare, like are you serious?:: “Michigan State”
SG: “Oh, so not supporting u of i?”
Me: “no, I’m pretty much rooting for my own team.”
SG: “Which is your own team.”
Me: “Michigan State.”
“SG “Really? Well that would explain the t-shirt.”

Ok, was I the only one following the conversation? I believe we started this weird thing with the fact I went to State and was rooting for them.

So I get back on the machine and he keeps staring. I mean COME ON!!! Weirdo. How come normal guys never hit on my?

So for the record, I am rooting for Izzo and the boys and if I am in the way of you staring at yourself when you’re working out…..MOVE!