This choice: "Thankfully I'm not stupid and actually know what I'm doing." • Go Back... "Thankfully I'm not that stupid and actually know what I'm doing." you muttered under your breath while looking at the girl who was struggling with the equipment. You felt a sudden rush of lightheadedness, but shrugged it off. You must've just been tired, you reasoned, of course your head would feel a little funny.
You were about to start up the treadmill when you noticed that you didn't quite understand any of the settings. There were just a few buttons in front of you, but they seemed too numerous, their labels too complex.
"I knew we had some fancy stuff in here, but gawd." you say, not noticing your odd pronunciation of that last word. Shrugging, you press a few buttons haphazardly and hope something happens. The treadmill begins to rapidly gain an incline, and with one final button press the belt starts moving at breakneck speed. You're thrown backwards immediately, and luckily your ass pads your fall rather well. The other two girls in the gym look over, seeming to enjoy your misfortune after the dirty looks you had given them earlier.
"Stupid thingy, must, like, be broken!" you yell, hoping to save some face.
Unwilling to admit that you didn't understand how to work the treadmill, you walk away from it while audibly muttering about it being broken. You decide to do some of the machines, specifically ones that would work your legs and ass, instead of cardio.
When you came to your first machine, however, you found yourself equally stumped. Somewhere in your head you felt like you knew what it was for, but you couldn't figure out how to use it to that end. Hell, you couldn't even figure out how to get on the damn thing properly. Studying the diagram located on the machine didn't help at all, so you decided to simply try getting on and figuring it out from there. But a serious of increasingly ridiculous incorrect arrangements proved that idea to be terrible. Finally, with your chest flat against the machine's bench and your knees tucked underneath you and your butt thrusted high into the air, you called it quits. Before you could get off of the machine, though, you heard a loud rip. Your positioning had forced your fat ass even harder against the seat of your already tight yoga pants, and they had split right down the middle.
The other girls in the gym burst out laughing, and you ran out, eyes beginning to tear up. Before running out the door, you turn back and yell to them. What do you say?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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