I thought I was in shape. Well, I am in shape, for the most part. Just not after eating. I also noticed that I am the ugliest person when I work out. The Engineer commented on my red, blotchy face wondering if I was dying. Nope, just worked out AN HOUR AGO.
Today I looked at the girls around me - barely breaking a sweat, hair tied up all pretty, wearing make-up for crying out loud. I mean full on blush and heavily mascara-ed eyes! Yes, I admit to wearing make-up myself but that is left over from the night before. And if I work out in the later afternoon I do in fact have my day make-up on. I learned my lesson last week when my mascara dripped into my eyes leaving me blinded and stuck on the elliptical trainer. I now think make-up at the gym is dangerous.
I get sweaty. I mean really really really sweaty. I never used to but now I sweat everywhere. My hair plasters itself against my neck and scalp appearing greasy and gross. My knees sweat and when we do mat work I slip. My hands sweat so I can't grip that big ball thing very well. Plus I get red and blotchy. And I mean RED. I am super pale naturally and my skin resembles a boiled lobster with patches of this sick looking white. I am a disaster working out.
But these girls that work out next to me - they are like models! Actually at my gym they probably are models. I happen to go to that 'place to be seen' gym that everyone has in their city only because it is the best price and has awesome classes. I have heard stories of people meeting their mates at the gym. No man has ever even asked if I was nearly done on the bike or am I finished with my Financial Times.
I think these girls who look pretty and don't sweat when they are working out are faking it. I think that my ugliness shows I am working and moving my muscles. I just wish I didn't look like that for three hours after the fact . . . . .