A Mariah Carey Moment

This morning I went to the gym I'm a member of to get in a MUCH needed weight training session. I had on the usual- Wife beater, baseball cap pulled to my nose, iPod and a definite "don't talk to me" vibe. If I see somebody I know I'll wave, put my head down and get back to whatever it is I'm doing. Sometimes I see their face light up and their mouth moving and I am chanting over and over in my head "Leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone". I've had my iPod die on me before in the middle of a session but I still wear it- that way I can ignore people.

I like people- but the last place I want to hang out and talk is the gym. When I think about the mid to late 90's I think about me hanging out at Main Event or Coffee's for hours while my husband worked trying to absorb as much info as I could. I did the whole scene and I'm done.

SO today, I'm super setting plie squats with overhand cable rows. I needed dumbbells but they were across the gym (stupid set up!) so I just used a 45 pound plate. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the trainers walking by me....staring at me....stopping...continuing. I ignore him. This gym uses a personal training company- they pay their trainers $12/hour. NOT that $12 is chump change- but most trainers make a minimum of $40/hour. Their trainers are notoriously crappy, most being entry level. Nothing wrong with that! Everyone starts somewhere.

So I see the trainer watching me as I am rowing. He walks up to me, stops and stares at me as I am doing my set. I can't hear him, I ignore him. The dumb shit is still there. When willing him away doesn't work, I say (while doing the exercise) "Really? This better be GOOD". I take my iPod out. I don't speak, I only stare.

doofus " I was going to give you some pointers"
Me (morphing into Mariah Carey Diva Mode) "You don't need to tell me anything. I've been training for 12 years. There is NOTHING you can tell me that I don't already know"
doofus "Only 12?"
Me " I don't Look like I need help AND I don't Look like I want help"
iPod back in, workout continues.
He walks away.

I am FUMING. I think "I'm a freaking pro figure competitor, I have over 5 certifications, I run my own boot camp, I turned this gym down because the pay is too low...DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM BITCH?"

Bwahahahhaha. At least- who I WAS?
I watch him train a client. She says she wants to work her arm and make them more defined. He has her do- no kidding- at least 4 bicep exercises in a row. No multi-joint, no warm-up. Oy vey.

I'm shocked at how pissed I was. There are a few things I'm confident about in myself and one of them is my form. I have really, really good weight training form. I was completely insulted.

Then a bit of reality... I don't look like a trainer. I look like a normal chick. So I'm motivated to work my ass hard over the next 6 weeks. I have a wedding to go to and I want to be banging!