In the gym just working on my fitness (Part Two)

Well, like I was saying, gym folk are funny. I go to the gym to get sweaty and stinky, and I do not dress up for the gym. I do not shower to go to the gym. I do not shave to go to the gym. I do not wear coordinating clothes to the gym. Most of the time people who know me at the gym, do not recognize me outside of the gym. That’s just my deal; I don’t have time, money, or desire to be fashionable and fabulous at the gym. I go to the gym to work hard in hopes of looking fabulous outside of the gym.

I usually workout before lunch, and during that time I mostly see other SAHMs and retired people. We are a moderately serious crowd with a few hard core folks sprinkled in. During the afternoon, there’s a relaxed crowd until 5:30. At that point the highly motivated and very muscled people arrive along with the beautiful people (peeps more interested in hooking up than working out). That time slot stresses me out a bit. The weekend is saved for the two ends of the spectrum: the slackers and the psychos.

Don’t get mad, I’m just havin’ fun with some generalizations…

I see people run at breakneck speeds wearing trashbags. I see people who never sweat. I see people jack their treadmills on such a high incline that I expect them to come rolling off the back at any minute and those whose belt is barely moving. I see people who are there every time I go and lots of unfamiliar faces too. I see people wearing jeans to work out and some who wear almost nothing. I see people who are so drenched in sweat that they look like they’ve come in from a rain storm and those whose make-up has never smeared and hair has never been displaced. It takes all kinds, I guess.

But I am struck by truth. You get out what you put in. Period. More on that thought tomorrow…