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"Hey! You seemed so distant today, you used to smile while working out, as if you never get tired and never having a hard time. Who are you thinking of, huh?", one of the trainers sat beside me one time while I was doing my lat pull-down.
"Oh! No one. I wish there's someone tho'," I said smiling. And before he was able to answer, I told him, "They're the ones who think about me. I don't bother thinking about them."
Me, that trainer, and my PT ended up laughing, "Get used to her. She's always like that," my PT backed me up.
"Oh No! It's raining! Dadami ako!" I exclaimed.
"If that happens, let me have one piece of your kind ha?" says one trainer. Either he likes a gremlin for a pet or he likes me. Either way, it's all right. I like gremlins, too. *wehehe*
"I should keep my distance from you 'coz I might fall in-love with you," the same trainer told me one time when I was trying to weigh myself.
"Naks!", what else can I say, kiddo?!
I don't mind the compliments (thank you). We all know our stand. And the gym, well, it is not the kind of venue where I see myself meeting someone. Remember, I don't even talk to anyone there not until they start the conversation with me.
And most of the time, the conversation is clean and fun. And well, sometimes healthy. It's the gym. And just like I come to the office just to work, I go to the gym just to work out (and laugh at some people's jokes most of the time).
But then again... who knows the next time I see John Estrada, eh? *tee-hee*
OMG. Am I becoming too vain now? Naah. I don't think any compliment could boost my only-5-foot-high-confidence to a higher level. In fact, I thought I would chicken-out on hitting the gym the other day as it was my first day without a personal trainer. I was both shy and nervous that I might do something wrong (like stretch back my triceps when I am doing biceps pala) or funny. Sometimes I am clumsy. I could trip on their newly installed, literally-red, carpet. But I know I'll be okay because sometimes they watch me do my thing, especially when I am picking up that heavy dumbbell from the floor for my DB squats -- "Hey! That's the right way to ruin your back! Carry on!" *kidding* They are nice. Of course they make sure no one leaves the gym injured.
But guess what? I did good at the gym the past two sessions without a PT (thanks for the presence of those trainers who were a little familiar with me-- and well, my PT was on duty today, he helped me with my stretching). They made sure I am following my program and that they have assisted me on the equipments that I needed. I guess my basic knowledge in circuit training is enough to keep me going on my own. I can always ask for assistance from any gym instructor on duty (it's their job)-- I just need to know how to ask (shy ako eh!). It did me good but I think I should never get a personal trainer again as I get too dependent on them. Not having one is a good thing too, you know. Now I can talk to the other gym buffs especially when we have to take turns on one equipment.
I didn't know I have an officemate working out at the same gym until Tuesday when he talked to me (we needed to take turns in using an equipment).
Altho' I've proven them wrong a lot of times when they see me chuckle every time they say something funny, I think they think that I am a (too-) private person because they don't see me talking to anyone except my PT. Literally, no one has spoken with me until that day. Some had their chance to strike a conversation with me because instead of my PT preparing for my next equipment, now I'm the one to do that-- which means, I have to start asking if someone's going to use one. And I have to start asking how to set-up some of the equipments.
Oh! And there's this one guy I like *wink* -- he makes sure he sets the equipment back for me to use. I was rude not to put it back for him when it was his turn though (sensya na, spoiled ako eh! LOL!).
"It's all right. No Problem," he said.
I have had my eye on him right from my first day at the gym (I am just good at ignoring-- I could even ignore myself! LOL!). I think he's nice. I wish I know his name. Hmmm... I'll call him Bamboo Shoot then. One, he's skin-head. Two, he's smaller than the real Bamboo. No, he doesn't look like Bamboo. *hehe* I wish he's my officemate but he's not. I guess I'll get used to working out without a PT sooner than I thought.
While I was grateful that I had my personal trainer, it was my mistake that while building my body, I have ignored building my self-confidence-- that confidence that I can stand on my own and that I can go out of my shell. Well, it's not too late. It is never too late. There will always be a room for improvement for me. As always.
If things went on the other way, you think I know Bamboo Shoot more by now? *wink* Next time I'll fish for some info and feed (y)our curiosity about Bamboo Shoot (he wasn't at the gym tonight tho'). I wish he's still single and unattached and of course I wish he's my age. (Hey! I could sprinkle some thrill on my program, right? LOL!).
I am taking it back-- gym could be a venue in meeting someone. *grins*
Only problem is, he's like me. He doesn't talk to anybody that much. Oh well, I wish he's not gay! *sniff*
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I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by Juan Dela Cruz, and I am currently being trained for more by Uncle Sam. Writing since the age of 12. Blogging since 2001. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag, on my bedside table, and inside the bathroom. Misses a lot. Sometimes even my own voice. Loves to laugh. Sometimes even at myself. I am a work in progress. My ultimate dream is to be a SAHM. That is, if I am bound to have that chance in this lifetime... and I am.
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