For those of you who have been following along in my continuing gym drama, you'll be happy to know that I no longer have to avoid Mr. Athletic Training Man with the Bowl Haircut, a.k.a. Creepy Kickboxing Instructor Man. No, he did not get fired. He is still very gainfully employed at the gym. And how do I know this? Oh, only because I had another encounter with him last night, which hopefully will be the last because I think I smashed any hopes he might have had of giving me kickboxing lessons.
Let me elaborate. I noticed him when I initially arrived at the gym last night. He was working out with a client in the weight machines area which I have to pass through to get to the cardio floor. I put my head down and blazed right on through there, hoping that he would be gone by the time I finished my workout.
And fabulous! He was gone when I made my way back down to the machines to start lifting. God, I sound so hardcore when I say lifting. Anywho, I went about my workout and had just started on the shoulder press when I noticed him lingering around my machine. "Oh, shit!" I thought to myself. I tried to appear very engrossed in my workout, but there came a point where I had to take a break. I may appear to be a beast, but I can only handle so many shoulder presses in a row.
So there I am, taking a quick rest between sets, trying to avoid looking at him as he is still hovering near my machine. So I stiffled a fake yawn, trying to look as if I wasn't interested in anything he would have to say. Well, apparently he took that as his cue to start talking. He bounced in front of me and said, "God, I know, isn't working out boring?" in a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes, and said, "Yup, completely boring." Then I started to fiddle with my machine, trying to do anything but engage in conversation with this guy.
As I was lowering and raising my seat, he then asked, "Hey, didn't I talk to you about kickboxing before?" Oh boy, here we go! I sat back down on the machine and said, "Um, yeah, you did. Sorry, I'm not interested." He said, "Really?" and I said, "Really." Then he said, "Oh, okay", but continued to stand in front of me. I'm thinking to myself, "Dude! Just leave!" But he just continued to stand there in an awkward silence. So I think to myself, "The hell with this!" and just started working out again. And then he mumbled something (god, I wish I knew what he said) and finally walked away. I gave him a firm smile and kept shoulder pressing. Later, creeper!
I really hope that's the end of him. Jennie, you are so right, between him and the hairplugs man, I really do need to find a new gym! Oh, and as I was doing abs at the end of my workout, I noticed Creepy Kickboxing Instructor Man leading some unfortunate girl into one of the classrooms, kickboxing pads in tow. Poor girl, his persistence apparently worked on someone!
