My Reebok "reeflex" shoes are out, I have changed into my non branded tracks and my faithful company tee and glance at my watch - it's work out time. It is the start to my 60 odd minutes of profuse sweating, constantly self motivating thoughts and more than ever, thoughts of the junk food I will eat once I am out.
But that's me, I am a different species in the gym. No make up, hair pulled back and completely messily tied up, semi worn out tracks and ultra loose tee; That's right I am not one of the glamorous ones. I see too many of those around me, it's brilliant to observe. They walk in with their Michael Kors bag and an additional original Nike/ Puma/ or some other designer gym bag. I had to add original coz I carry a Reebok bag too which I got for Rs 200. Reebok, really ??? I watch these women, chatting away in the locker room as they carefully apply their kajal - Maybelline vs L'Oreal .. the real test is if it survives your work out session, says one girl, as she dabs on NYX lip gloss. Dolly Pink, she clarifies; and then she points to the pink band on her tracks. Matching-Matching. By now I am ready and set to hit the floor but I hang back. The conversation and sight is too interesting to let go. So I fiddle around in my gym bag, looking for a lost something. Eyes in the bag, ears on the conversation !!
It's similar to the back stage of a fashion show. Now that we are done with make up, we move to hair. Now my gym bag contains the basic necessities - a towel, a face wash, a change of tee probably and a water bottle. But as I mentioned before , different species. Here as they loosen their hair bands, out jumps a hair straightener from their bag to settle their almost straight non frizzy hair. Now this sight makes me pull out all the tic tac clips i have hidden in my bag and strap down every strand of loose hair. God forbid, they stray off and these girlies turn their hair straighteners at me. By this point I have wasted enough time and head off onto the floor. My ipod is hooked on and the treadmill is switched on - the run begins. As I huff and puff in to minute 5 of my run, the corner of my eye catches the giggling bunch walking in, as they read jokes off their iphone. One finds an empty treadmill next to me and begins her work out. 30 seconds in and her iphone rings louder than the gym's stereo system. "Ohhh heyyy whatsss uppp... nooo noo not at all busy ... bolo na.." the conversation continues as she strolls on speed 3 on her treadmill. While she looks like barbie doll strolling in the garden, I look like I have been chased by hungry wolves - my tic tac clips are obviously useless in helping to keep hair together, face is turned red and my breathing has turned to gasping for breath. My next treadmill neighbour has finished her conversation and begun her run. Her hair sways as in the shampoo and hair oil ads, gently and perfectly from side to side, not a bead of sweat on her face. Damn her, I mouth and my mind curses her some more.
As I move to the next workout, my neighbour has moved on too - to her next conversation. Damn, I curse her again - the things I can shirk if I had that 24 inch waist ... One hour spinning class it is !!
But that's me, I am a different species in the gym. No make up, hair pulled back and completely messily tied up, semi worn out tracks and ultra loose tee; That's right I am not one of the glamorous ones. I see too many of those around me, it's brilliant to observe. They walk in with their Michael Kors bag and an additional original Nike/ Puma/ or some other designer gym bag. I had to add original coz I carry a Reebok bag too which I got for Rs 200. Reebok, really ??? I watch these women, chatting away in the locker room as they carefully apply their kajal - Maybelline vs L'Oreal .. the real test is if it survives your work out session, says one girl, as she dabs on NYX lip gloss. Dolly Pink, she clarifies; and then she points to the pink band on her tracks. Matching-Matching. By now I am ready and set to hit the floor but I hang back. The conversation and sight is too interesting to let go. So I fiddle around in my gym bag, looking for a lost something. Eyes in the bag, ears on the conversation !!
It's similar to the back stage of a fashion show. Now that we are done with make up, we move to hair. Now my gym bag contains the basic necessities - a towel, a face wash, a change of tee probably and a water bottle. But as I mentioned before , different species. Here as they loosen their hair bands, out jumps a hair straightener from their bag to settle their almost straight non frizzy hair. Now this sight makes me pull out all the tic tac clips i have hidden in my bag and strap down every strand of loose hair. God forbid, they stray off and these girlies turn their hair straighteners at me. By this point I have wasted enough time and head off onto the floor. My ipod is hooked on and the treadmill is switched on - the run begins. As I huff and puff in to minute 5 of my run, the corner of my eye catches the giggling bunch walking in, as they read jokes off their iphone. One finds an empty treadmill next to me and begins her work out. 30 seconds in and her iphone rings louder than the gym's stereo system. "Ohhh heyyy whatsss uppp... nooo noo not at all busy ... bolo na.." the conversation continues as she strolls on speed 3 on her treadmill. While she looks like barbie doll strolling in the garden, I look like I have been chased by hungry wolves - my tic tac clips are obviously useless in helping to keep hair together, face is turned red and my breathing has turned to gasping for breath. My next treadmill neighbour has finished her conversation and begun her run. Her hair sways as in the shampoo and hair oil ads, gently and perfectly from side to side, not a bead of sweat on her face. Damn her, I mouth and my mind curses her some more.
As I move to the next workout, my neighbour has moved on too - to her next conversation. Damn, I curse her again - the things I can shirk if I had that 24 inch waist ... One hour spinning class it is !!
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