We Can Work it Out

I went to the gym yesterday, which is in fact a very odd occurance. I hate the gym. Well, to be specific I hate the UCLA gym. Sure, it 's great to go racquetballing or rockwall climbing... but otherwise there are just so many people that it kind of grosses me out.

First, I went to go lift weights. This lasted about 5 minutes when I realized that most of the machines had a base-level weight of more than I could lift on any limb on my body. I took off my grey hoodie, and quickly realized that my intention of remaining non-chalant was difficult due to the highlighter-yellow wife-beater I was wearing. Oh well. It's all that I had!

Second, I went to treadmill. It went fine I guess... meaning that I didn't trip on it -- which has in fact happened a few times before (3).

Then I did the elliptical trainer. I got on the machine that I saw available, and immediately was told to get off of it by staff because I hadn't waited in line. So i got off, got in line, and they called my name ... so I went on the machine I had gotten on in the first place.

People watch odd tv at the gym. I would like to think that this is not normally their repetoire of television in real-life (the gym is actually more of a pseudo-virtual place, hoovering somewhere in between reality and illusion. People are trying so hard to be someone that they currently aren't ... I find it disturbing). In fact, the tv is horrible, and at times what I consider to be masochistic. You have people watching fox news, sports, sex & the city, and the food network. Oh -- and celebreality shit on VH1. Sports is the only thing in that list that is acceptable. And who the fuck watches food network while gyming? And fox news? You have to really hate a part of yourself to do that.

So yeah, I'm not sure how likely it is I'll ever go back there. Maybe Justin will want to do the wall this weekend. That would be fun. All the rock climbers think they are so much cooler than everyone. And they are... I'll admit it. At least your doing something... not flailing your limbs wildly whlie remaining in the same spot.