There are few men I take seriously.
My dad probably the most and then my boyfriend about half of the time. All of the other cases are just based on my initial flash judgments and then I go from there.
I had to start off with that so you’d know my personal biases. I try not to lean into them too much and take every male specimen with a grain of salt but let me tell you.
It’s very hard to take men seriously in the Student Recreation Center.
I don’t want anybody to get their feelings hurt because, in reality, I’m a hardly-works-out-hiding-behind-my-computer opinion writer. To clear up any possible confusion: I greatly admire individuals with the motivation to go to the gym every day.
The concept always seemed totally impossible for me as I’m severely exercise-avoidant. That was until my best friend became a personal trainer, and I realized I had difficulty lifting items my 13-year-old cousin could lift with ease. I signed up for eight sessions and prepared myself for a trip into the unknown.
It put me at ease that I had my own personal guide in this foreign environment. I didn’t even have to scan my OneCard when I entered the gym. I just kept my eyes trained (pun intended) on the back of my friend's campus rec-branded trainer shirt and followed her inside.
Becoming a frequent gym-goer fed my superiority complex. Breezing through the turnstile only added to it.
I don’t know how many of you have been to or often attend the SRC, but promptly after entering, you're thrust right into the middle of the chaos.