Since freshman year, I’ve tried to make it to the gym whenever possible.
But if we’re being honest here, there are many awkward things about going to the gym.
You’re breathing hard, sweating, and if you’re me, you don’t know how half of the machines work, so you wander around aimlessly until you finally end up on the treadmill.
I walk into the Student Activities Center rocking my boyfriend’s orange track shirt that is two times too big, yellow shorts and my blue running shoes.
Needless to say, I’m not making the most fashionable entrance possible.
I know people will say you shouldn’t care if your clothes match when you’re working out because it doesn’t really matter. Or so they say.
Well, everyone else didn’t seem to get that memo.
It seems like they are all dressed in high-tech Nike performance gear, matching shoes and perfect fitting T-shirts.
This kind of puts my oversized hand-me-downs to shame.
Can I just say, too, that no matter how many treadmills are open, there is always that one person who has to come up and get on the one next to you.
I don’t have the best endurance when it comes to running, so if you’re like me, your worst nightmare is to be on the treadmill next to that person that looks like they could be training for the Olympics.
Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but still.
So I’m on the treadmill, the runner next to me has left and gone to lifting crazy-heavy weights and I’m starting to feel better about myself.
Now my focus is off of keeping up to my quick-running neighbor and onto the people walking by, only a few feet away.
If you’re familiar with the SAC, the treadmills happen to be conveniently placed in front of those huge glass windows that allow spectators walking by to watch you run.
You try not to make eye contact, but somehow, you always do.
I only go to the gym for basic cardio, so I admire those who are brave enough to lift the weights that look like something Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson might turn down.
It almost makes the people watching uncomfortable because of the amount of pain they seem to be in. They’re wincing, grunting and looking like they might be suffering the side effects of some incurable disease.
It must be working, because most of those weight-lifters look great, but for someone who can barely lift a 10-pound weight without getting winded, it can be intimidating.
But hey, maybe it’s just because I’m awkward that I find going the gym a little nerve-wracking sometimes. I like to think there’s some people who will side with me on this one.