I dropped my husband off at work and headed straight to the gym with the goal of testing my pool-tri gear options. I was quite excited, because the absolute worst case was that I'd get to enjoy swimming in my new two-piece (it's red :D ).
So I put on my swimsuit, tri shorts, and tri top, dump my stuff by the pool and hop in... and realize my goggles are cracked. The frame, so they won't stay on. GURRRR. As I'm pondering this disappointing situation, a man the size of Jupiter (henceforth known as The Hephalump) walks up to me. Now, the wet area is COMPLETELY EMPTY but for me and suddenly he's standing a foot from me, staring down over his grotesque girth. The only thing he was missing was a Big Gulp cup. I'm a bit thrown so I look up and say "Can I help you?" to which he replies "Yeah, um, what are the bottle caps for?". I explain that I use them to count laps and he seems appeased and walks away. As he's heading toward the door to the main gym area, a woman and her daughter - approximately 5 - enter the wet area. Did I mention all these folks are in street clothes? Yeah. So the daughter starts harassing her mom to let her watch me swim. Again, I'm weirded out, but decide to try a few laps without goggles and get going. The tri top was doing weird things around my waist and wasn't comfortable at all. I get back to my starting place and the girl and mom are gone, but The Hephalump is standing outside the wet area, staring at me through the glass.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Part of me wants to march right up to him and tell him to GTFO or at least go walk on a treadmill. Alas, sanity wins. I strip the tri top and do lap two. Awesome. I love how it feels with the swim top and tri shorts. But my eyes are starting to itch. End of lap two and The Hephalump is still there. Watching.
Just. Watching.
I give up, pack up my stuff - not even bothering to shower or dress - I just throw on a sweatshirt and bolt.
I can't decide if this is creepier than the first time I was at the gym when an old man sitting in the hot tub at the end of the pool decided to tell me my approximate lap time when I finished (Um, thanks?) but I think the members of the Sandy, UT 24 Hour Fitness need some serious lessons in gym etiquette. My husband dissuaded me from mentioning The Hephalump to a manager.
On the plus side, I came home and ran on the treadmill and confirmed I can run with the swim top as a sports bra! Yay!
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You. You make me stronger.
So I put on my swimsuit, tri shorts, and tri top, dump my stuff by the pool and hop in... and realize my goggles are cracked. The frame, so they won't stay on. GURRRR. As I'm pondering this disappointing situation, a man the size of Jupiter (henceforth known as The Hephalump) walks up to me. Now, the wet area is COMPLETELY EMPTY but for me and suddenly he's standing a foot from me, staring down over his grotesque girth. The only thing he was missing was a Big Gulp cup. I'm a bit thrown so I look up and say "Can I help you?" to which he replies "Yeah, um, what are the bottle caps for?". I explain that I use them to count laps and he seems appeased and walks away. As he's heading toward the door to the main gym area, a woman and her daughter - approximately 5 - enter the wet area. Did I mention all these folks are in street clothes? Yeah. So the daughter starts harassing her mom to let her watch me swim. Again, I'm weirded out, but decide to try a few laps without goggles and get going. The tri top was doing weird things around my waist and wasn't comfortable at all. I get back to my starting place and the girl and mom are gone, but The Hephalump is standing outside the wet area, staring at me through the glass.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Part of me wants to march right up to him and tell him to GTFO or at least go walk on a treadmill. Alas, sanity wins. I strip the tri top and do lap two. Awesome. I love how it feels with the swim top and tri shorts. But my eyes are starting to itch. End of lap two and The Hephalump is still there. Watching.
Just. Watching.
I give up, pack up my stuff - not even bothering to shower or dress - I just throw on a sweatshirt and bolt.
I can't decide if this is creepier than the first time I was at the gym when an old man sitting in the hot tub at the end of the pool decided to tell me my approximate lap time when I finished (Um, thanks?) but I think the members of the Sandy, UT 24 Hour Fitness need some serious lessons in gym etiquette. My husband dissuaded me from mentioning The Hephalump to a manager.
On the plus side, I came home and ran on the treadmill and confirmed I can run with the swim top as a sports bra! Yay!
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You. You make me stronger.