Gym rant
- Heida Reed
- May 11, 2018
- 2 min read
I hate the gym. Always have, always will. Doesn't mean I haven't been. I've had my share of memberships. But they never work out because guess what? I hate the gym.
Here's why:
I don't know what I'm doing. Ever. Unless I have a trainer tracking my every move, but the problem with that is, I'm still in the gym
The music is really loud and always terrible. I have a sports bra and dumbbells, not body glitter and MDMA. This is isn't Ibiza. I want to listen to something on my own device, which we all have now by the way, so the insufferable car crash of a song they're playing is redundant. To me.
Grunting. Some men in the gym grunt. A lot. I think about starting a petition to make it illegal to grunt in gyms all the time. Why do they do it? To make sure everyone knows they're working really really hard? To make it harder for the rest of us to concentrate on our own workouts? I can't deal.
These are just the top three on a very long list but let's just call this a taster on how I feel about the gym. A healthy rant! I am actually so glad I have finally come to terms with my hatred. For the longest time I felt guilty for not liking it and kept telling myself it was because I wasn't working hard enough. That's all true but I still hate it regardless.
I can finally admit it! My hatred of the gym has actually set me free from the gym! Every cloud really does have a silver lining.
So as you must've gathered by now, I will not be using gym facilities to help me get into better shape on this journey. I've discovered I genuinely, really like class based workouts. I'll be doing pilates, yoga, boxing, hiking and dance cardio. Who knows what else I'll discover along the way but rest assured it won't be that noisy, grunty sweat box where confusion breeds and joy dies.
If you love the gym by the way, I salute you. Keep at it! You're stronger than I am. I see this to be a bit like Marmite and Coriander; you either love it or hate it. In my case, the gym and coriander can coexist outside my existence. Marmite however, can stay. forever.
Marmite I love you.
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