I got in my car to go to the gym to cop a membership. Instead I wound up at the local public library. I feel pressured to join by the part of me that wants to trade 60$ a month to reach my ultimate fitness goals but a simple fact remains. I don't like the gym. The people remind me of a bunch of hamsters on wheels. It smells like a teenage locker. I get caught up checking everybody out and judging myself. Time stands still while I try to mentally sing along on ipod to Fabolus's album Ghetto fabolus. He cleverly raps "I'll put shells in your stomach like you ate pasta for lunch" while I run for what seems like eternity only to burn 150 calories. As if thats not bad enough, the ipod invariably dies. I thought to myself...at least you could meet some hot guys there. Then I realized that these said hot guys probably like being at the gym. Or even worse, hate it but go out of necessity to keep up the girlish figure. A hamster. Do I want to date a hamster??? Going out with a gym guy is borderline beastiality.
I'd prefer the smarty pants sitting across from me working out math equations.
Seriously, I've decided that the only way I will ever stick to some sort of workout is if I actually like it. Yoga I can get down with. However, at 20 bones per class on average in the good old CT, I'm going to need some supplemental group recreational activities. Wish me luck finding something fun.
Badger out.
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