So, the other day I wake up early and I’m so pumped to go workout! I put on my pop flex, slip on my Nikes, throw my hair up in a half clamshell bun situation, and put on some winged eyeliner, cuz you never know who you’ll see at the gym. Once I get there, I navigate my way towards my usual workout spot on the gym floor. I mark my sacred territory with my water bottle and my towel. Why sacred? Cuz it’s kind of like one of those elite parking spots where cars can’t park to your left or to your right because of poles or bushes or something. So you get a grand single space to yourself. In my case, there’s a wall on the right and a machine on the left so I’m fully protected. Anyway, I’m putting my headphones in and tightening my ponytail to signal to the peeps of the gym that from here on out I must NOT be bothered As I peacefully set out my bench, my weights, and my barbell in perfect formation, and as my Taylor Swift workout playlist is playing my ultimate gym motivation song [music] and it’s about to hit the chorus and I’m about to hit start my timer, I take a deep breath, tighten my grip on my weights and *ring* this random guy walks up into my sacred space and starts examining himself. Like whoa, dude, you’re all up in my space! And why do you feel the need to lift up your shirt and check your stomach? Like no thank you, but… Because I’m not a drama queen, I pretend like it’s not happening. So I shake it off like Taylor Swift I take another deep breath. I zone in and then right when I’m about to hit start on my timer? Random guys sits down But not just anywhere. He sits down on my BENCH his SWEATY butt is on MY bench. ON. MY. BENCH!!!! I glare at him hoping he’ll get off but he totally doesn’t see me and he totally doesn’t care. Um, Hello?!?! ANGEL: Just wait it out, he’ll leave soon. DEVIL: No, you must go over there and Claim. Your. Territory ANGEL: Dear, just move to a different spot. There is so much room, DEVIL: Don’t you dare. Kick him out. Now! So I put on a sweet smile, tap Random Guy on the shoulder and say: “Ummm, excuse me. I’m using this bench. Do you mind moving over?” He looks at me, like ‘where did you come from’ and then gets up and stands an uncomfortably close distance away from the bench. I turn around and prepare to begin my workout when I realize Random Guy left me a little gift on my bench. Oh, but not one gift, two gifts. Two moist butt cheek circles And, his keys. UUUURRRRGGGHHH *sweet voice* “Excuse me, your keys?” He glances at the keys And laughs I’m all standing there with my mouth stupidly open like: ‘What is actually HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!’ Then he reaches his hand down at the pace of a sloth Slowly caresses his keys Doesn’t even look at me Doesn’t even say sorry and walks away nonchalantly Like he’s gliding on one of those moving sidewalk thingies at the airport Yep. Aaaand that’s what happened at the gym the other day moral of the story: For those of you who go to a gym, just be mindful of the other people around you It’s a shared space so wipe down your equipment; put stuff back where it belongs; and please: DO NOT put yourself in danger by forcing your way into someone’s workout zone. You wouldn’t wanna get smacked by a kettlebell or whacked by a barbell Now would you? Subscribe to Blogilates for more videos!