I love my new gym. Luuuuuuuurrrrrvvvvvvve it.
Even though occasionally a woman will forgo the standard sports bra in lieu of "au naturale."
Even though my ass does the "Cookie Monster Eating Chocolate Chip Cookies" (NUM NUM NUM NUM!!) impression with my underwear while I'm on the treadmill.
Even though there is one douchebag who likes to "share" machines with me (can't he just find another workout to do until I'm done with all my reps?); he's an anomaly. Most everyone there comes in, does their workout, keeps to themselves, doesn't grunt out their rep count or throw temper tantrums, and is generally pleasant.
It's a "no frills" kind of gym, which is perfect for me. I used to belong to one of those gyms where the women would spend an hour putting on makeup and doing their hair before they worked out. Sure, there was a swimming pool (which I never used), a full cafe, a masseuse; but I'm pretty sure that if I stayed at that gym, my life would have been shortened due to the mass quantities of aerosol products I would have inhaled. I prefer to shorten my life on my own terms, thank you very much. Like consuming copious amounts of vodka.
I love my gym because it is big enough and has enough machines/equipment so that I never feel I'm right on top of someone when I'm working out. I can get in a cardio and weight workout over lunch, shower, and be back at work pounding my head on my desk in no time.
And My Gym? It's right next door to a liquor store. Hell yes.
Even though occasionally a woman will forgo the standard sports bra in lieu of "au naturale."
Even though my ass does the "Cookie Monster Eating Chocolate Chip Cookies" (NUM NUM NUM NUM!!) impression with my underwear while I'm on the treadmill.
Even though there is one douchebag who likes to "share" machines with me (can't he just find another workout to do until I'm done with all my reps?); he's an anomaly. Most everyone there comes in, does their workout, keeps to themselves, doesn't grunt out their rep count or throw temper tantrums, and is generally pleasant.
It's a "no frills" kind of gym, which is perfect for me. I used to belong to one of those gyms where the women would spend an hour putting on makeup and doing their hair before they worked out. Sure, there was a swimming pool (which I never used), a full cafe, a masseuse; but I'm pretty sure that if I stayed at that gym, my life would have been shortened due to the mass quantities of aerosol products I would have inhaled. I prefer to shorten my life on my own terms, thank you very much. Like consuming copious amounts of vodka.
I love my gym because it is big enough and has enough machines/equipment so that I never feel I'm right on top of someone when I'm working out. I can get in a cardio and weight workout over lunch, shower, and be back at work pounding my head on my desk in no time.
And My Gym? It's right next door to a liquor store. Hell yes.
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