I went to 24 hour fitness for the first time today and realized that I forgot my ego, rub-on tanning lotion, and super small dri-fit tank top. I have to get the sponge bob blow up arms too. I don't need any more size on my moobies though, but I must say that quite a few homies there had some cannons. Yikes.
I always get a little nervous when I am working out at another gym because I feel like I am supposed to take some kind of paleolithic approach to walking on the territorial domains of another clan; I don't want to disturb the tribe members during ancient and sacred ceremony of bicep curls and bench press. Perhaps one day they with accept me as their own.
It almost felt like I was walking though high school again, accept this time I was actually dating the hot prom queen and I didn't have to hang my head in shame and walk on the other side of the hall every time I passed by her in between classes.
I did always think that I was good enough for any girl in high school and I didn't care about who was "out of my league". I have always had a naive sense of entitlement. Then again, maybe that's why I never actually had a girlfriend in high school. Then again, again, I always was a really slow learner.
Will the 24 hour fitness saga continue? Should I willingly participate in their sacred rite of passage of tribal grunting and lifting? How should I become accepted as one of them if I do not participate in the hunting and gathering of females, when i just want to slash and burn?
Back to the lab again.
