The cold almost got me today, y’all. I didn’t want to get up early and go to the gym to run “only” 3 miles before work. So I slept in. And made plans to do it after work. Before burgers. Because Spurgeon :).
Anyways. The place we were meeting was closer to a Crunch on Wall Street and well, it was just easier to go to this crunch than walk over to one closer to my job to have to still travel and meet up on time. I figured I pay for access to all of the Crunch’s so why not?
Now, I’ve been a member since like 2012 and I have not ever been approached in the 4 other Crunch’s I frequent: 2 in Chelsea, 2 in Brooklyn. Maybe it was Bc I was one of the few brown girls in the gym who were not trainers? One of the few brown girls in the gym who wasn’t working out with a trainer (for real the trainer to client ratio was pretty high)…or maybe because I was–it’s true–one of the bigger girls in the gym, that the trainer took my asking where the (ONE) water fountain was as an invitation to small talk….and sales pitch. Went something like:
Me: excuse me, where is the water fountain? I don’t usually come to this gym.
T1: right this way…..so….you’re here for a class?
Me: no. To run.
T1: oh, that’s all you’re doing?”
Me: yes…I am still recovering from….THE MARATHON
T1: oh oh oh….you were….able to run the whole thing? I mean, how did you do? I had a friend who had to stop like….before brooklyn.
Me: exactly like I wanted and finished without stopping or without injury
T1: I’m running my first 5k next week
Me: oh, that’s nice…. (In the tune of:”that’s cute”)
T1: maybe we can work out next time you’re here.
Me: I don’t come here like that.
I couldn’t tell if it was part hitting on me or what. I thought if I said I ran a marathon he’d get off my back, and that didn’t work, then I thought if I flashed my wedding ring that he would step back. Not so much. Exhibit B:
I’m running on the treadmill. My plan for the 3 miles is to run it non stop. I’m rebuilding my legs post marathon, and so it’s not impossible but it’s a bit more of a challenge than during training. At this point I have been running for almost 30 minutes straight without walking–AS MUCH AS THE GUY NEXT TO ME AND THE WOMAN NEXT TO HIM–I slide into the treadmill next to the wall. A female trainer with locks (maybe she’s coming to say something about that?) comes into my peripheral vision. I’m jamming to Beyoncé, getting my groove on, and I see a hand in my face. At first I’m like: she is not trying to stop me. I AM RUNNING. I HAVE EARPHONES ON. I WAS WRONG.
T2: hi! I wanted to come introduce myself.
Me: (taking earphones out. Not slowing down at all.) hi.
T2: I saw you over here doing your thang! You were running like…..forever and not stopping!
Me: yeh, just…getting an easy run in (please note. I am still running and she is using up my precious oxygen!!)
T2: are you training for something? A race coming up like a 5k our something?
Me: no. Just recovering from THE MARATHON
T2: oh oh oh! That’s cool! (Here it comes) what was your time?
Me: I finished right where I wanted.
T2: that’s good I’m sure it was amazing. I want to do one. Everyone is doing one
Me: you should! Good luck. At which point I turn to face forward and try to put my earphones back in
T2: how are you doing over here? Do you have any incline on the treadmill?
Me: IM GOOD. JUST GETTING A RECOVERY RUN. (Back off, kid!)
T2: oh, ok I see I see! Keep doing your thang! Just wanted to say hello and introduce myself.
4 minutes go by during this transaction. SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!?!??
I never saw her gasping at anyone else running on the treadmill or rushing to help them out! I never saw my boy harassing anyone else. Was it my size? Like I looked like I was hopelessly there to do some cardio and needed the help of the trainers lest I drift endlessly in a walking daze? (Cause clearly they watched to see if I was going to walk!). Do they not know that big girls do run…..MARATHONS. and I’m sorry, but like that trumps any lunge or dumbbell row you might ask me do do. ESPECIALLY if you haven’t run a 5k yourself, and you are coming to talk to me WHILE IM RUNNING to think I’m going to stop my run to talk to you.
I finish up. Old boy, T1 is giving me a head nod. I go to somewhere where folks ain’t creeping (because clearly they are if you know I’m running “mad long”) to stretch out and refill my water bottle.
T1 finds me and says that he is impressed that I’m “doing so much! Did you lift weights too?!?!?!?!” Granted, I didn’t, but…the surprise? I tell him no, I just ran
And keep it moving towards the changing room.