You can try to dress it up but the gym is a big box full of sweaty people, wearing sweaty clothes, on sweaty machines, that are on sweaty carpet all facing sweaty walls that are holding in the sweaty air. And this place is supposed to improve my health? Why not stick my nose at the end of the car exhaust inhale and get it over with?
The gym: I will be going the rest of this week if I can stomach it. Good luck to me.
As I pump iron I noticed these ridiculous pictures of people I have no desire to look like. I am just trying to get a little tone and stave off obesity. Meanwhile I am looking at super muscle woman whose biceps are larger than my calf muscles. Sweaty still surrounds me.
If the gym were a country I am sure it would be Iraq. It makes people sweat, women are given separate areas from men, and there is always that guy with the mustache that thinks he runs the place. (yes I realize that Sadaam no longer runs Iraq but that still hasn’t changed the mustache guy at the gym.)
To those of you that have resolved to keep the “temple” in better shape in 2011 my thoughts are with you.