The only highlight of my day
(other than spending time with my kids) is when i get some "me-time". And "me-time" equals gym time where i get some solitude from my daily routine. So i went to the gym and started working out. After a few minutes the world around me vanished into oblivion and it was only me and the pounding music into my ears. It was bliss. After sometime i sensed that somebody else had joined me on the next treadmill. From my peripheral vision i could see that it was a guy. I did not pay much attention to him.
I have this phobia or you can call it inferiority complex where in i am always worried that people are looking at my fat body and they are criticizing my flab. So generally in the gym i avoid eye contact with anyone else. Specially when i am working out. So it was verrrrrry verrry irritating for me when this guy was running (believe me he was running at a speed which i can only hope to run at sometime in distant future) while i was huffing and puffing and sweating like a pig next to him.
Anyway at the end of my decided quota on the treadmill i slowed down carefully and finally put a halt to the walking. I was still on the treadmill yet to disembark when i dared to look up in the mirror and yes as you can already guess that it was that strange guy from a few days back. And he was looking back at me. Straight in the eyes. I don't know why but i really could not look away from his eyes. They pulled at me in a weird creepy way which i cant define. Believe me i know you are thinking that i am attracted to the guy but no it is not that. Yes he is awfully good looking. And you have to admit there is just something about guys working out in a gym. Anyway don't mean to get offtrack. So i kept looking and after sometime i had to reluctantly get off the treadmill coz somebody else wanted to use it.
So i collected my gear and tried to shake off that feeling of chilliness around me and walked to the reception of the gym. I heard running steps behind me and even before i turned i knew it was the "stranger". This is the first time when i actually saw him without any conflict. I looked at him and could not help but smile at him. And i knew from his smile that he also could not help but smile back. And i don't know why but i felt happy. You know the kind of happiness u feel after having a nice hot sip of chocolate milk in the cold cold winter night.
He said to me "I know why you are smiling.."
I: "ummm...why?"
He: " Because now you are used to me."
I: "That does not make any sense. I just met you twice."
He:"Yes but you were thinking about me, consciously and unconsciously. You could not get me out of your mind. That is why today you are used to me. And i know next time you meet me you will be prepared for me and what is to come next. Bye my amicus. "
He left me with that and i could not do anything but stare after him with so many questions in my mind and feeling more confused than before.
I have this phobia or you can call it inferiority complex where in i am always worried that people are looking at my fat body and they are criticizing my flab. So generally in the gym i avoid eye contact with anyone else. Specially when i am working out. So it was verrrrrry verrry irritating for me when this guy was running (believe me he was running at a speed which i can only hope to run at sometime in distant future) while i was huffing and puffing and sweating like a pig next to him.
Anyway at the end of my decided quota on the treadmill i slowed down carefully and finally put a halt to the walking. I was still on the treadmill yet to disembark when i dared to look up in the mirror and yes as you can already guess that it was that strange guy from a few days back. And he was looking back at me. Straight in the eyes. I don't know why but i really could not look away from his eyes. They pulled at me in a weird creepy way which i cant define. Believe me i know you are thinking that i am attracted to the guy but no it is not that. Yes he is awfully good looking. And you have to admit there is just something about guys working out in a gym. Anyway don't mean to get offtrack. So i kept looking and after sometime i had to reluctantly get off the treadmill coz somebody else wanted to use it.
So i collected my gear and tried to shake off that feeling of chilliness around me and walked to the reception of the gym. I heard running steps behind me and even before i turned i knew it was the "stranger". This is the first time when i actually saw him without any conflict. I looked at him and could not help but smile at him. And i knew from his smile that he also could not help but smile back. And i don't know why but i felt happy. You know the kind of happiness u feel after having a nice hot sip of chocolate milk in the cold cold winter night.
He said to me "I know why you are smiling.."
I: "ummm...why?"
He: " Because now you are used to me."
I: "That does not make any sense. I just met you twice."
He:"Yes but you were thinking about me, consciously and unconsciously. You could not get me out of your mind. That is why today you are used to me. And i know next time you meet me you will be prepared for me and what is to come next. Bye my amicus. "
He left me with that and i could not do anything but stare after him with so many questions in my mind and feeling more confused than before.
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