I finally decided to get off my Dominican ass and join Planet Fitness. And I don’t mean paying for a membership and contemplating exercise while eating french fries on my coach. I am actually working out! Pumping iron! Running on a treadmill! All while damming my back chichos.
Today was my first day, so of course I’m all jazzed. “I feel so good!” I told my cousin, Yahaira. “Bikini ready, yay!” I said to myself after a set of crunches. I also wished that the dude that sat across from us on a bench would stop looking at my ass. And my cousin’s ass. And the ass of the lovely woman we met while stretching on mats.
This is the deal with coed gyms: women stretch, men stare. The gym’s location doesn’t matter. From Washington Heights to the Bronx to the Upper West Side, men check out rears as we bend, stretch, run and walk by in yoga pants. What is it with men and their love of yoga pants?
So, what happens when you want to work out but you don’t want to be visually raped by a 300-pound weight lifter? Here’s how to get a guy to stop looking at your ass at the gym.
Point at Him and Laugh
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