It really ticked me off this morning when I arrived for my Zumba class to see you, walking up to the studio with your wife/girlfriend/sister/whatever and then pulling up a chair right next to the studio door. It was highly unusual, to say the least, that you didn’t just drop her off and then leave.
I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you are a really nice guy who just cares about the interests of your wife/girlfriend/sister/whatever and decided to accompany her since you had nothing else to do for that hour. I’m not suggesting that you had sleazy motives at all, and believe me, I’ve seen sleazy. Example of sleazy? Sleazy was back when I was still working at my old health club and (true story) half of a minor league baseball team (who trained there) walked INTO the studio and took seats on the floor along one wall so they could watch one of our members, who had, shall we say, ample enough bosoms for two ladies, aerobicize her heart out. THAT, my friend, is sleazy.
I’m not accusing you of that, and in fact, your presence didn’t affect my workout very much at all: I still shook what my momma gave me as hard as I could because I wasn’t going to waste this valuable hour of fun exercise, which is my gift to myself. As a group fitness instructor, I’m used to being in front of lots of people in workout clothes, moving my body around in ways that would look silly on the street. The people for whom I am speaking are the ones who have major body issues and other insecurities. For some people, it’s all they can do to get up and move in the first place. Ladies in particular (though I’m sure that some men have issues as well) can develop huge mental blocks about working out in front of others because they are preoccupied with which body parts jiggle in different directions, and how tight their loose clothing suddenly feels.
In a class like mine this morning, in which there were only six of us in the small studio (all women), it was wrong for you to sit where you were sitting. I know you were playing with your phone a lot of the time, but I also saw you watching us, off and on for the entire hour. If you absolutely had to sit and wait for your wife/girlfriend/sister/whatever, it would have been more considerate to sit elsewhere in the lobby. Even if you wanted to be able to see, with the mirror’s help, your wife/girlfriend/sister/whatever, you could have picked other areas of the lobby in which to sit so we didn’t feel your eyes on us the entire time.
Another suggestion? Next time, get off your butt and join us. Zumba is for men too, you know.
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