Dear Gym Dude,
I don’t know you. You don’t know me. You were on the first row of treadmills and you may not have seen me in the row behind you.
But you are fucking inspiring, dude. You went at it for at least 30 min (that I was aware of..you were there before I was, I think, so it might have been longer) at 3.5 speed on the maximum inclination. Just grinding it out. Then, for another 30 min or so you lowered it down to almost flat and ran your little buns off, flinging your arms up and around and just every damn where.
I want to have that level of not giving a fuck. I’m still nervous to the point that I look around to see if anybody’s judging me when I use certain machines. Like, I was using the bicep curl machine on the lowest setting (because I’m a weak ass bitch right now) and it was SO hard. I kept glancing around between sets to see if anybody was staring at me. (They weren’t, as far as I could tell.)
I want to be YOU. I want to be able to go into the gym and not give a flying rat fuck if anybody’s looking at me or judging me or whatever.
I’m not there yet. But maybe, one day, eventually I will be.