Just kidding! There’s not really a new tv sitcom about the comedy, drama, and action packed events that take place in the gym.
I’m in the process of switching my gym membership. As I was driving the other day, I began to think about what the culture of my new gym will be like. In addition, I also thought about the culture of the gyms I have been a member of in the past. I began to chuckle as I thought about all of the fun, jaw dropping, embarrassing, hilarious, thought provoking, and enlightening experiences I have had at my former workout facility. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The gym would be a wonderful place to shoot a tv sitcom! My precious and not so precious memories became episodes and before I knew it I had a title:
I bet among the Sporty Afros readers we have enough stories for at least five seasons. But for now, let’s just play a game. I would like you to share a funny or embarrassing story that took place at the gym or while out running. The story has to include you. No on looker recaps. Those are lame and borderline stalkeresque. Here are the rules to the game:
1) Give your story a title as if it’s a tv episode
2) Tell your story! You can be as detailed or as general as you want.
3) End your story with Cue Theme Song
Since it’s my idea, I’ll start!
Call Me Maybe…
One day I was at my local gym running on the treadmill. In walks my ex boyfriend whom I haven’t communicated with in about three months. He sees me in the cardio area and walks over standing in front of the machine I was on. As he walks over I remember our last conversation where I remember him specifically saying “Erase my number and never call me again.” So I did. He just stood there staring at me as I ran. I just ran, staring at him as he stood. I decided to look up over him since me on the treadmill gave me a 7 inch height advantage. I didn’t hate him. But I would have been okay with destiny if we never saw each other again. He broke the ice and began to speak but I couldn’t hear him because my iPod was on. I slowly took my right ear bud out. He repeated “How are you?” “I’m fine” I replied and kept running while looking straight ahead. He shifted his weight a little and said “You look real good.” I looked down and said “Thanks” while keeping my head forward. The pound of my feet on the treadmill filled the awkward silence. People began to notice our awkward conversation. Out of my peripheral gaze I could see the people on both sides of me adjust their volume. My ex, with his thick country accent asked “So how you been Moe?” I dryly replied “Good.” He went on to ask a few more questions which I gave one word answers to. Then he dropped the psycho question “So why don’t you call me anymore?” I broke stride a little and gave him that are-you-serious look. Before I could finish my sentence “I thought YOU SAID—“ he cut me off and replied “Oh I was just mad. I didn’t mean it.” I replied “Well I don’t play like that.” He then responded “Well do you still have my number?” I did but his name was now saved in my phone as Don’t Answer. I didn’t want to lie and say no. But I didn’t want to say yes and have him thinking that I sit up looking at his name in my phone hoping that he calls me. As I’m trying to run, inhale, exhale, and figure out should I lie I blurt out “Yeah, I got it.” He replied “Good, well call me.” He seemed so sure of himself. But that came to a stop when I replied. “I have your number but I’m not going to call you.” By this point the man on the machine to my right and the woman on the machine on my left are ear hustling extremely hard. In a grown-man-kid voice my ex asks at the top of his lungs “Why you don’t want to be with me no more Monisha!? Why you don’t want to be with me no more!?” Embarrassed for myself and not him I looked up over his head and placed my earbud back into my right ear. I couldn’t process what was happening while run at the same time so I opted to act like he wasn’t there. He just stood there looking at me for a few seconds but what seemed eternity. By this time the whole cardio room is looking our way and staring at me like I’m evil. The ex turns and walks away. I manage to make it through the rest of my run and I dart for the door. I was embarrassed. Cue theme song.
So come on ladies and gents (I know men read our blog too). Share your story and don’t forget to give it a title! I look forward to reading your posts!
Love, Peace, and Sweat,
Monisha Randolph is a RRCA Certified Distance Running Coach and the author of Runner’s Revelations: How Running Changed My Walk. To learn more about Monisha or to purchase a copy of her book please visit www.runnersrevelations.com. Feel free to follow her on Twitter and join her Fan Community on Facebook.