Many apologies for not having posted anything in a while. I went back to school a few weeks ago, and finding time to breathe is proving difficult, let alone writing blog posts. Another thing proving difficult is finding the time – or motivation – to exercise. So I thought I’d combine the two and put my guilty conscience somewhat at ease! Here you have it.
Recently, after becoming a little discontent with my post-Christmas/New Years/Birthday figure, I acquired a gym membership. After much labouring over exorbitant amounts of paperwork – seriously, I think most politicians do less paperwork in a year – I was in. Yes! I’d done it! They’d even thrown in a free backpack, water bottle and gym towel to make me feel welcome! I was going to get super dooper fit!
And then I came to the realisation that simply having the little plastic membership tag on your keyring does not automatically shed three kilos. I’d actually have to *go* to the gym.
Now, I don’t mind exercise. It helps me clear my head, and I know that I’m doing something good for my body. It’s also probably my peak time for drinking water (which I’m actually getting better at since they put one of those fun little water filters in the study room at school!). There are certain times, however, when this “fitness club” institution feels a little creepy/disheartening/disappointing/mortifying. The following is a list of such times.
Accidental Farts. One of my favourite classes is Pilates, but I often find myself sweating out a mix of hard work and dread when I feel my stomach begin to churn. Surely I can’t be the only one that worries they’re going to rip a massive low D on the butt trumpet in the middle of the downward dog? When this happens I tend to lose focus on my cyclic Pilates breathing and place a little more focus on keeping my gas valves shut, all the while praying, “please, god of Pilates, if it’s going to happen, at least let it be a Silent-But-Deadly. Anything but a loud one!”
Music Videos. This is something that irritates me to no end. The way the music industry works is that they put all of the attractive, desirable people on the music videos in order to sell the song. Do the health clubs know this? Are they exploiting the fact the while most of us are sweating it out on the treadmill, we’re facing a television with a scantily clad, fit young man or woman – what most of us are trying to become? There is some kind of sick metaphor on the fact that when we run on a treadmill with a music video in front of us, it’s like we’re running towards something we want to become, but we never get any closer. Besides, most of the music is crap, which brings me to my next point:
Crappy covers of my favourite songs. One class in particular seems as though the fitness club stole my iPod, picked out some songs that I really really like, then took some really awful singers and made them do their own version of the song. I’m talking “Some Nights” by ‘fun’ feat. Autotune, “In For The Kill” by ‘La Roux/Skrillex’ feat. That’s Not Even Dubstep, and “I Don’t Care” by ‘Fall Out Boy’ feat. Did Patrick Stump Have A Sex Change Or Is This Justin Bieber?. I think they did it to protect their arses when the SOPA/PIPA bills threatened the world’s freedoms, but a year or so later and it still hasn’t been changed. Ugh.
Blokes in the the weights room. I feel as though this room has been put in the gym for the simple reason that the protein-shake-drinking, wrist-strap-wearing junkies who want to get “hard” need a place to grunt it out. I respect that, but I will not go in there, merely because every time I do, they turn and look at me with stares that burn a hole into my soul – just for being a female. What’s more is that they put mirrors in that room, just so those blokes can look at themselves. That’s probably more vain than the hair straighteners they supply in the female toilets. (Don’t even get me started on some of the girls who “exercise” at the gym!)
So there you have it, folks – the concise edition of things I hate about the gym. Nevertheless, I will continue to go, because Cellulite Sally doesn’t feel like leaving without a bit of a push, and everyone knows hard work never comes without results. As a Nutrigrain ad once taught me, “you only get out what you put in”!