While working out and in between sets, I have to stop multiple times to take off my sneakers and scratch my toes. That alone is aggravating, but what's even more aggravating is me making eye contact with you each time because you've been staring at me the whole time. I finally tell you to "stop watching me". I continue on with some more reps until I just can't take it anymore. My damn itchy feet are interfering with my workout. I take off both of my sneakers and dig my nails in between my toes. I complain out loud about my athletes foot, and how I need to bring my medicated powder and spra...

While working out and in between sets, I have to stop multiple times to take off my sneakers and scratch my toes. That alone is aggravating, but what's even more aggravating is me making eye contact with you each time because you've been staring at me the whole time. I finally tell you to "stop watching me". I continue on with some more reps until I just can't take it anymore. My damn itchy feet are interfering with my workout. I take off both of my sneakers and dig my nails in between my toes. I complain out loud about my athletes foot, and how I need to bring my medicated powder and spray to the gym with me. Again, I catch you staring..."fuck, what are you looking at? You like my itchy fungus feet? I know you've been watching me itch my dirty, filthy, sweaty socks". You must like watching me struggle, and not with the weights, but with my fungus filled feet. I tell you that it doesn't help that I've been wearing these same socks for probably 7 days in a row. My toes are so raw in between, the skin is peeling, and they stink like stale fritos dipped in fermented cheese. You must really like that smell, because it's filling up the whole room. They feel like they're on fire. I'm convinced you like both my filthy socks AND the thought of my cheese toes and their funky stench. But, I have to get going. Sorry, the show is over for you!

I leave to the locker room. It's time to get this itch under control. I think out loud about why some fucking weirdo would want to watch me itch and scratch my nasty feet while trying to work out. I spray on my medicated foot spray then slather on medicated foot powder. I put my sweaty, dirty smelly socks back on gagging at the smell of them. It's time to go finish up my workout, in hopes the weirdo isn't still there.

I get home to my boyfriend and take my sneakers off immediately. I complain about my itchy toes and athletes foot and talk about the guy there that was staring at my feet. I continue picking and scratching at my toes and peel off my dirty socks. Again, gagging at the smell. The foot powder is caked in between my toes, but just doesn't seem to work. My toes are red, raw and itchy. My filthy socks and fungus foot smell are filling up the room. I use my socks to floss in between my toes to scratch them. It seems like whenever the athletes foot might be letting up, it comes right back! I spray on more medicated foot spray and powder for temporary relief after rubbing all the funk off my feet and toes with my socks. I use my sweaty socks to clean up the residual powder and then ask you, laughing "I wonder if that weird guy at the gym would want my sweaty, filthy, fungus filled socks?!"