Today at the gym, a chubby chubster was doing the leg press as I was in front of him doing squats. As I got the leg pressed lined up secretly as my next workout, I intently observed the guy while he was doing his thing, not because he was any good, but I had a gut feeling that he is one of those people who would leave a bunch of weights on the equipment and walk away as if it's none of his business.
Then, there it was. As he was about to walk away, I stopped him and said: "Put those away." And he did, slowly, one... by... one. Then as I was ready to move ahead, he stopped and jumped on the machine again and started his half-ass leg presses with 90 lbs. I was about to walk up to him to confront him of his lame behavior, he had his eyes conveniently closed while resting between the set.
So lamely I called him a dick as I walked off, but all I had in mind was how to take him down if we were in a scrap. Then I started to contemplate my training time for the boxing gym membership.
I know that it's immoral to treat boxing as a way of punishment, or any punishment in that matter. But being empowered with such ability is like having a superpower altogether for me. Being an Asian woman, I seldomly have been in any confrontation and would have little idea on how to deal with it if it were to arise. Like that time I almost got into a fight with a man at a party earlier this year, I simply just walked away.
But if I were to be equipped with the ability to throw a good punch and protect myself, I would not only be tough, I would also be able to use my well-trained body and reveal my real She-Hulkness.
2 comments:
Haha. I know which party you are referring to. I fondly remember that story. I wish I had seen the episode at the gym. Guess I just missed it.
Yes, you missed it. I was furious inside and hoped that I had right jabbed his tubby ass!
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