I’m pretty sure I got hit on at Globo Gym today. That, or he was hitting on my hot friend Blondie and I just happened to get lumped into his flirtatious mix.
I’ve been married for 10 years. Unless they bang me over the head with a club and drag me off to their cave, it’s unlikely I’ll realize when I’m being flirted with until well after the fact unless they’re being pretty darn blatant about it.
So yeah, it’s safe to say, we got hit on.
Blondie and I were getting our lunchtime sweat on and the dude made a comment about how he kept watching us because we had “such great form,” or something like that.
Mind you, half of what we were doing involved being bent over with our bums in the air, so yeah, I’m sure it was our form he was watching.
I’m naturally a pretty confident person so the comment didn’t phase me all that much, but I have to admit for the rest of our workout I was aware of where this dude was, and was more conscious of not making girly grunt noises than usual.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this way working out. I actually felt self conscious.
When I think back to my fitness routine pre-Crossfit, I honestly don’t think I ever went in the “boys” section of the gym. I might have used a handful of the weight machines, but usually got my exercise fix with cardio. When I started Crossfit, I remember having to be shown everything. Something as simple as how to rack the weights, use the collars, remove the weight plates or even how to carry the barbell were simply things I didn’t know.
The amazing thing is, I learned from the people around me. Not only that, but not once was I made to feel stupid or made to feel like the dude (or girl) showing me had anything but friendly intentions.
While we may joke and say not so appropriate things to each other now that I know everyone much better, I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever been hit on at Crossfit.
And I love that.
I feel like every day I’m a part of my Crossfit community is a day that I discover something new I love about it. This is so much more than just exercise, and something as silly as a flirty guy at the regular gym reminds me why I love leaving my “ego at the door and sweat on the floor” every day with people who are in it for the same thing I am… to just be better.