It took some balls

Don't you just want to kick them?

My apartment building’s gym comes equipped with several different sized stability balls, all randomly scattered around the facility. Whenever I get close to these brightly colored rubber balls, my first instinct is to kick them as hard as I can, (thank you, elementary school gym class). Because this is not conducive to a good workout for either me or for the other people using the other equipment, I always do my best to steer clear of these giant spherical distractions.

One of the many positions I tried

However, this morning, after completing my workout, I found myself drawn to them, and while fighting my desire to kick or bounce them, I decided that I would in fact try and use them as intended. The problem was I had no idea how to use them properly. After looking around and confirming that I was the only one in the workout center, (so that no one would see me make an ass of myself), I brought the different balls together and tried to figure out ways that they could in fact be used. After trying innumerable combinations of positions, dumbbells, and balls, I found myself rolling on the floor hugging the giant orange ball, laughing out loud at how stupid I felt. However, when I looked up, I noticed that now, I was no longer alone in the gym. There were now residents using the treadmills, staring at me with puzzled looks. They probably had trouble figuring out why I was rolling around on the floor, playing with the balls by myself and laughing. I stood up like everything was cool, and strode out of there as quickly as I could without making it obvious that I was fleeing their judging eyes.

I think my neighbors think I’m mentally challenged.