I sat in the middle between Lori and Adrian. My brother tagged along simply for the post gym trip to Costco. Lori and I had business. She needed to start up her gym membership after letting it lapse recently and I needed to sign up. We gave our IDs to Philip so could start the process.
Adrian asked, “Can you put me down as a referrer so I get he next month free? What if you add me to Lori’s family plan. I want to pay less too.”
“No,” Philip said and explained that I couldn’t be counted as a referred because Lori was not technically new and I was being added to a pair/family plan. He was nice about it though, and joked with my siblings whom he both recognized as regulars at the gym.
A few days later I was alone and without my sibling to hold my hand through my first session at the gym. While I consider myself fairly independent and willing to do most things alone, I was intimidated by the gym and any workout that wasn’t simple jogging around the local high school track or swimming.
I called Lori for some advice.
“Um… I’m going to the gym. I don’t know what to do. Help!”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“Cardio, I guess.”
“Okay.” She listed off a started routine: five-minute warmup; stretching; 15 minutes on the treadmill; 15 minutes on the elliptical; 15 minutes on the step machine; and 2 sets each of 15 sit-ups.
It sounded easy enough.
Once at the gym, I started off smooth and learned that I was smart enough to operate a treadmill. Everything was going fine until someone spoke to me.
“How’s your workout going?” asked the guy who had just started walking on the treadmill beside me.
“Fine. Just started.”
“I’m winding down, taking it easy now.”
I kept jogging.
A moment later, he said something, but I couldn’t hear well.
“I see you have the thickness.”
“Um… I’m trying to work on that.”
“No! That’s the way we like it.”
I smiled and made a mental note to remember my iPod.
Later, I found Lori on IM. She laughed when I told her someone hit on me during my first visit to the gym and added that it wasn’t typical.
“It was a long time before anyone spoke to me in the gym… other than the occasional ‘Are you done with that?’”
I was surprised by that considering that Lori has to practically beat the guys away with a stick. At the same time, the competitive sister in me feels a little bit triumphant. Sure, she can run a half marathon, but I got hit on during my first trip to the gym. Hah.
The nice sister in me is super appreciative of Lori’s support. I can’t wait to work out with her, even though I know I can’t keep up (at least yet). Adrian is less helpful. He just told me to read the Governator’s Bible of bodybuilding. Silly brother.