Like many people today, I go to the gym. Now, first off, I have to mention that I hate going to the gym. Yep, I said it…I hate going to the gym! I only go because age has caught up with me and my body has given up on quickly metabolizing everything I eat. I have to go now. If I could go through life eating whatever the hell I wanted with out worrying about my weight then I’d be in heaven or the burger joint down the street. But, that’s not the case. I wanted to clarify that before some fitness fanatic finds my blog through a Google search and wants to talk ‘fitness goals’ or ‘chart an exercise plan’. That’s all great for those of you who love working out, but for me it’s my Achilles heel. Which by the way hurts a little from yesterday’s workout.
I don’t go to a ‘regular’ gym, as in, I don’t go to 24hr Fitness or Bally’s…etc. I go to the YMCA. Luckily there’s one a couple of blocks away from me. I chose the YMCA because of it’s family atmosphere and the fact that it’s much bigger than any of the gyms nearby me. I will always be able to find a machine to workout on no matter what time I go. I also enjoy the family feel. Unlike other gyms, I don’t see ‘Sally Clothes Too Tight’ in full on make up looking like she’s going to a photo shoot instead of to workout. Or ‘Beefy Muscle Shirt Bob’ who’s stacking up the weights and grunting and sighing away so everyone can see what a buff specimen of a man he is as he stares at himself in the mirror. Look, I prefer to keep the grunting and heavy breathing to the bedroom, which is the only time sweating is good…but I’m getting off track. That’s a story for another day.
In going to the YMCA, I’ve made quite a few observations about some of the quirks of those who come here instead. Sometimes it’s amusing and sometimes it irks me, but it’s always blog material. So, I figured I’d share some of the goins’ on at the Y.
The one thing I have never been able to understand is how anyone can workout in jeans. Well, there are a few people who show up to workout in less than comfortable attire! First off, wouldn’t wearing jeans be a little chaffing and secondly, denim is not breathable! I know everyone has at least something besides jeans they can workout in. Heck, show up in your PJ’s at least. Just this week I saw a man come in, not only in jeans, but a dress shirt. What the??? Who the heck doesn’t have a T-Shirt? And even if he was just getting out of work, it only takes a second to switch into it! There also tends to be a few high schoolers around. Some decide that the best workout outfit is Dickies shorts and Vans. Of course there are the emo kids who show up in their skinny jeans who just kind of walk on a treadmill all the while making sure not to mess up their douchebag emo haircut. Which I don’t see the point of doing anything healthy to live longer if the world and life is so depressing. Shouldn’t you be at home cutting yourself anyway?! I’ll give you something to be sad about kid. Whoa, sorry, off on a tangent again. But, the point, don’t wear jeans and Dickies to the gym. It’s so easy to get anything else to wear. Quit being dumb people!
Because the YMCA is so family oriented, then that means many people bring their kids. For the babies and toddlers they have a day care. For the slightly older kids they have rooms with Foosball tables and things to draw and color with or use as projectiles to stab little Billy in the eye. Then we get to the pre-teens. They can participate in basketball, swim in the pool or workout with their parent as long as they’re supervised. There lies the problem. Parents tend to not supervise them and the kids start using the gym equipment as if they were in a playground. Just yesterday a mother came in with her son who must have been about 12. While mom is walking on the treadmill talking to her friend about the neighbor’s bad perm job, junior is running around like a rabid monkey. He decided to play on the obliques rotator and just twist wildly on it. The weights kept slamming down as he rotated away. I look towards mom and she is oblivious to the fact that her kid is about to break thousands of dollars worth of equipment. Finally, someone asked the kid to get the heck off. So, junior went to go use the treadmill next to mom, but kept turning it on and off. Of course his mom never once made an attempt to discipline him. Obvious she doesn’t understand the fact that constantly having to replace gym equipment means the possibility of our rates going up. I think the gym should be like Survivor and we should be able to cast people off. Mother of the year here and her devil spawn would be my first vote.
All in all the Y isn’t so bad. These are just a couple of the things that I found to be interesting to say the least. I would still choose the Y over another gym anytime. It’s a much more comfortable atmosphere, especially since I really don’t enjoy going. Maybe I could skip the gym altogether and invest in some Super Colon Cleanse. Excuse me, I got some phone calls to make.
Edit: Here’s some pictures of the Y. I took these to give you an idea of what the place looks like. I would have taken more, but I needed to get my workout on.