People watching...

I am by no means a gym rat, but I do make an effort to work out every other day on a regular basis. I'm actually quite proud of myself for keeping it up, considering I never have before. Don't even ask me the money I've wasted on gym memberships that I didn't use.

One perk of working out often is the people watching opportunities. I've noticed some people at my gym that I just have to talk about.

I don't mean to judge other people who are working out beside me, but sometimes it gets boring running in place and watching Sports Center on all 5 televisions. Besides, I don't judge everyone negatively.

So, let me describe some of the people I've seen recently...

• The group of girls who never sweat. When I go to workout I get angry when I don't sweat. To me, it's a sign that I've done a good job, I've purged my body of toxins and I've gotten my heart rate up. But some girls? Never sweat. In fact, their perfectly applied makeup doesn't even run. Why are they wearing makeup in the first place? Sure I have some on if I've come straight from work, but not full blown MAC lipstick and liquid eyeliner.
• The guy who knows he's hot. He struts in with his duffel bag jam packed full of stuff, presumably workout paraphernalia but never even opens the bag. Why? Because he doesn't need props to workout with. He doesn't need water to drink to replenish his excessively sweating body. He doesn't need a towel for previously mentioned sweat. He is just perfect right there running on the treadmill for an hour with a smug look on his face. When he's done running he walks out of the gym to go back to his hot guy world.
• The 'needs-a-supportive-bra' lady. Granted she's an older woman who is in incredibly good shape. I spy her doing the group classes on occasion and my eye always manages to zone in on her massive chest that's bouncing from the floor to ceiling. I just want to take her some duct tape and explain this it might make working out a little more comfortable.
• The kids. Oh, the kids. I suppose it's a nice thing to teach your children the importance of regular exercise by bringing them with you to the gym. But as a parent you must explain that some people are seriously trying to get or stay fit and that the kids must respect this. Please tell them that trying to bench press 150 pounds is not a good idea and may result in injury. Please tell them that giggling and pointing at people that are working out is rude. The least they can do is be subtle about it. And lastly, when the girls go into the dressing rooms and see a half naked women, tell them to be polite.
• The buff dude who thinks he's the shiznit. You all know the one, the guy who lifts weights and stares at his increasingly large muscles and glances to see who's watching him so he can add another 50 pound weight. Ironically this guy has the largest gut I've ever seen.
• The buff girl. There are two that I see often. One looks pretty slammin' if I do say so myself. She totes in two kids with her every time she comes in and I'd never know she was older than 25 or that she had school age kids. I aspire to look as awesome with maybe less muscular arms. Then there's the other lady. OMG, it's awful. She wears a tennis playing type of skirt with shorts underneath. I think she does this to womanize herself because her muscles? DUDE. They are enormous. I would not want to cross her in a dark alley. I know this is awful, but she often goes to the individual restroom area instead of the woman's restrooms in the locker room and yesterday I wondered if maybe she was a dude? I know, I'm going to hell for thinking that.
• The lady who's severely overweight. There are a few of them that I've seen and those ladies kick ass. I am so proud when I see someone get out there and do what they need to do. Props to them.
• And lastly, the older man. There is this guy who I've seen a few times. He's probably around 65 or so and let me tell you, he inspires me every time I see him. I once used a weight machine right after he did and I was quite impressed to see that he had the weight at over 100 pounds while I could only use the machine with 15 pounds.

I'm aware that someone at my gym has probably judged me. Chances are they judged me yesterday when I forgot to wipe down a machine that I sweated all over. And they probably judged me for blaring a Miley Cyrus song in my mp3 player. And I bet a few times I've been judged for not double checking my deodorant. It's all in good fun, though. At least for me, it is.