Gym struggles

One of the few photos that exist of me in athletic attire

I’ve written before about gym newbies being one of the banes of my existence. Now that I share a gym with 25,000 other students, the struggle has only magnified. If I could, I would go to the gym every day because it’s my holy hour of solitude, gives me all the endorphins that ward off foul moods, and overall helps me be the best version of myself.

My latest gym pet peeve: Gymming as a group social activity. Like telecommuters in a café, people come to the gym to be alone in the company of strangers, as oxymoronic as that sounds. I have a hard time with people who converse loudly and unreservedly while pedaling away on adjacent elliptical machines or stationary bikes, making a special effort to talk over the murmur of exercise machines. If these offenders were more aware of their surroundings, they would realize that although everyone at the gym wears earbuds, most are not noise-cancelling, and the gym floor is silent save for the sounds of ambient music and the aforementioned exercise machines (and probably some grunting), so everybody can hear everything in a place with poor noise insulation. (Never anger someone who is already really sweaty) And it’s not like I can pick up and move the treadmill so I can jog somewhere quieter in a climate-controlled environment!

Just a few more months just a few more months just a few more months.