That’s right, even though I’ve been working out at the infamous Aspen Club, I’ve been steadfastly disappointed by how used to me the gym-goers appear to have gotten. Aside from the occasional creeper just staring at me throughout my entire workout, nothing of note has happened, no more Gym Gems or Compliment or Insults. How boooooring, right?
Luckily, I live my life in a Compliment or Insult kinda way and today stopped by a boutique I had done some photography and design work for a few months ago, wearing a tank top. The owner exclaimed, “Lyssa, you look like a bodybuilder!”
She continued, “Have you been working out? What have you been doing?”
I stammered, “Yeah, just working out.”
There are people that want to look like bodybuilders. Boutique-owners are generally not of this sect, which is why I could take it as an insult—but really, it’s a compliment, that she’s noticed some sort of change in my body (or it was winter when I worked with her and she never saw me in short sleeves …) and admires my muscles.
I think. Sheesh.