That Freak at the Gym
I really wish people would stop staring at me at the gym. I understand that I’m looking rather large and I understand that I may appear to be struggling from time to time, but the constant stares are beginning to work my nerves. There are pregnant women here, but apparently the gym is not one of the places they frequent. People stare, sometimes with open mouths, and as is the Turkish way, they don’t even attempt to look away when I catch them looking. I guess this is how zoo animals must feel.
I don’t grunt when I lift and I don’t wear scandalous itty bitty outfits. I admit that I may occasionally let a few lines of “Pour It Up” or “Feelin’ Myself” slip out when I’m in the zone, but mostly I keep it to myself so the stares and glares are unwarranted.
When I was pregnant in Germany, I went to the gym more than I do now and I don’t know that I ever even made eye contact with another gym goer. They just don’t care. There were what seemed like millions of pregnant women walking the streets so perhaps the sight of one in the gym wasn’t a big deal. I’m thinking maybe the pregnant women here are supposed to just take it easy and not over exert? I have had a few people come up to me when I’m on the Stair Master and ask me if I’m ok. Maybe I don’t look as cool and in control as I think, and they fear I’m on the verge of keeling over? I don’t know.
My husband says they all stare because I just look so good, which is a nice thought of course, but that’s his reason for everything. I could have bird poop in my hair, spinach in my teeth, and toilet paper stuck to my skirt and he’ll still insist everyone was staring at me because they were blinded by my beauty!
I really shouldn’t care, and at the end of the day I don’t, but it really messes with my workout routine when I’m in the middle of some good reps and I think I’m doing it and then see two people staring and whispering. It throws off my focus and makes my work out that much longer while I wait for them to start a rep themselves so that I can do my thing without all the eyes on me. I’ve started putting on a mean face in the hopes of intimidating people into looking away, but with my luck they’ll just stare more and wonder why I’m angry and pregnant at the gym. Le sigh.