When I’m at the Gym

Day 1: Empty Gym

Ahhh yes nobody in the gym, it’s bright and early and all the gay dudes from the gym are probably hung over and the grandmothers are probably sleeping in. Let me hit the treadmill for half an hour, at my good ‘ole trusty speed of 5.0 mph.

Breathe in breathe out. I really enjoyed that conversation I had last night with Mya. We must’ve been up for hours just discussing the role of human evolution in Islam if there is any. I think I stumped her though, even though our knowledge in science probably exceeds our Islamic knowledge by far. Every time I start arguing with her about validity of Islam it always comes down to blind faith, which I guess is too much of a commitment for me. What a team: an agnostic and a moderate Muslim. She has real potential to amount to something. As soon as she transfers out of the community college I’m sure she’ll be at Georgetown or Hopkins. Maybe I should’ve gone to that Islamic convention with her too.

Come on Sameena just a few more minutes and you are almost there. Stop watching the timer, it’s only tempting you to lower the speed.

I can wait until the finals are over and then I can finally relax. However, I know I will miss physics class. I’m so tempted to change my major from biology to physics but it’s too late in the game. I don’t even know if I’ll even be able to get past multi-variable calculus. I guess it’s best to leave it a dream and nothing more. But a physics major is so appealing. I mean my GPA isn’t all that great, well not yet anyways. I really need something to help me stand out amongst the thousands of other biology majors applying to med school. I guess I can only hope that my Spanish major will help me stick out.

Yes, finished. I really feel a sense of accomplishment every time I finish.

Day 2: Full Gym

Great, that stupid gym nut is here today and that weird old lady who drinks tea while she works out. Well let me hit the treadmill anyways; I think I’ll set the speed at 5.5 mph today. Let that gym nut know he’s got competition. I am tired of competing with the grandmothers of the gym on the treadmill. I feel good at the time, but when I tell somebody about it, I kind of feel stupid about even comparing with someone three times my age.

I can’t believe the gym nut is gay too. Why is every male that works here and happens to look okay or even good, gay? It’s not fair. How can he run for a whole hour and then lift weights, what’s wrong with him? I’ve been working out with him for at least 6 or 7 months now and we still haven’t even said hello to each other. I’m usually not the type who’ll be nice for no apparent reason. I guess he’s not that type either. I think he laughed at me the other day when I was getting short of breath on the treadmill. Argh DIE.

Boy, Tina looked kind of fat at the hookah bar the other day. I wonder what she’s been up to. She literally jumped from 100 lbs to at least 111 lbs. Her cousin Katrina looked the same as always, maybe more bags under her eyes than usual. Their friends looked so high, I wonder why they even hang out with them. It’s bad enough they’ll talk to any loser who hoots or hollers at them, now they have to start hanging out with guys who begin their sentences with the phrases “ey yo” and “naw man” and refer to women as “biatches”. And that girl was so going crazy when Katrina and Tina were like “omigosh Sameena you look so in shape, what have you been doing?” Some people just can’t take it when they’re not the center of attention.

I can’t believe I stole a can of soda just for the exhilaration of breaking the law. I know it looked like I had a third boob when I walked out of the hookah bar with Tina to put the can in the car. I really regret it now, I’m looking at things so right and wrong nowadays.

Omigosh Sameena! Push yourself you'r almost there; don’t quit in front of that bastard now. Just because he gets to the treadmills first doesn’t mean he can hog the fan. I know I must be red like a tomato by now. Breathe. Come on you can’t quit now; you’d look so lame if you did.

Finally finished. I hope that damn treadmill breaks down before I get to it tomorrow.