every day the same
I've been trying to work out, but there's a creepy guy at my apartment's fitness center (if you can call a small room with 1 tredmill, a broken exercise bike and a couple free weights a fitness center). Every single time I go there he shows up, I think he's obsessed with running. I get there first and already on the tredmill, so he pouts in the corner, stretching and doing yoga poses for a minute at a time - all the while staring at me. Well, his crazy psych trick works and he gets what he wants. I leave. Honestly, between the two of us I obviously need the workout more, and I hate that I let people so easily intimidate me. Next month I'm joining the gym at work, and I cross my fingers that they have enough fucking elliptical machines for everyone.