Personal Narrative

"Come on, you wuss, just three more reps," I said under my breath. I was in the gym, doing curls. It had been a long day, so I decided to torture myself on purpose. (I sometimes wonder about my own sanity.) Some popular pop song was playing on the radio, but I was ignoring it, i think it was kesha. Either the gym or I smelled heavily of swea. As I finished my curls, my arms burnt as if on fire. Time for a half-minute break, then back for another set. I was absolutely determined to get back into shape. THis being my senior year i felt i had something to prove So when I weighed myself that day and found that I weighed 185 pounds, I was more determined than ever to get my body back to what it had been the previous year. Exercise was the only think on my mind. Nothing in the world could have possibly sidetracked me for a second. Time was up. I started curling again.

Then everything stopped. There was no sound, no movement. The smell of sweat was gone and all my ambition to destroy my body went away. As she walked in the gym, I knew that the day had finally come. I had first noticed this girl at the beginning of the school year but had always been too shy to approach her. That was weird becasue I had never been the shy type. Never in my life could I remember being too scared to start a conversation with someone. At some point during the semester, I decided that I should let her come to me. My logic went that if she were interested in me, she would start a conversation with me. She would never be nervous about approaching me, only idiots are uncomfortable starting conversations with complete strangers. She headed my way, apparently to use the leg-extension machine, which was located right next to me. As I stared, I noticed the way she walked. Actually, it was not so much a walk as a glide. She glided across the room.Despite my newfound confidence that this would be the day, that today I would have a conversation with this beautiful girl of my dreams, I almost fell over when she spoke to me. "I think that of all the machines here, this is my least favorite," she said. It wasn't exactly the best possible situation I could have imagined, but at least she had finally spoken to me. She hadn't admitted that she had been watching my every move for over a semester now; she hadn't asked me out that weekend.BUt it was a start My instinct suggested that humor would be the best response in this situation. "My least favorite is the thigh-abduction machine, because it makes me feel like I'm giving birth!" I replied. Instead of laughing, as any normal person would have at such a witty remark, she scowled and replied, "How would you know what that's like?" Attempting to save face, I answered, "I wouldn't know. But a girlfriend of mine once said that to me once!" She simply walked away. Regardless of her obvious anger with me, which I never saw the cause of, I still watched her