Today I am halfway through week four of my nine-week running program. That's workout 11 of 27 done. This week has been grueling and I've stumbled in sweaty and flushed with 13 minute miles under my belt. It'll get better, or easier, or both.
Last week when I went to the gym there was a girl sitting on the exercise bike with her feet propped up (not pedaling) watching television. I started on the treadmill and she gave me a funny look, did a few weightlifting moves and left. I told myself I was just being paranoid, that she hadn't given me a bizarre dirty look. Didn't I use proper gym etiquette? I wiped everything down when I was done (although she didn't stay that long) and didn't think I was in her way at all.
Today, I went down and two people were in the gym, one on weights and the other on the mat doing crunches. Again, I got on the treadmill and started it, and recieved dirty looks again and they left. I must really be crazy paranoid, I though, along with a general "what the fuck was that all about?" musing.
So I finish my thirty minutes and go back to the apartment. A lady asks me on the elevator, "are the machines in the gym fixed yet?"
"I guess," I reply, "I've been using the treadmill just fine."
"Yes, but last week there was only one treadmill working."
Now I get it. The only treadmill that appears to work is the one I always use, and I never realized the others weren't working. So I must've been going down and getting on the treadmill right before the gymrats/weightlifters were about to start the cardio part of their routines. I wasn't paranoid crazy; they really were giving me dirty looks before storming out of the gym.
Funny enough, I don't care. Hey, you snooze, you lose, and they weren't on the machine so I took it.