Going to the gym is a painful enough experience in itself, but it is in no way aided by those who make it an even more traumatic experience than it has to be. There is one thing alone that really gets my blood boiling when I go to the gym. I’m talking about the people who though they might appear to be gym fanatics on social media, but in reality sit at the gym on the exercise bikes, doing little other than posing for selfies and browsing Facebook. If you’re more interested in watching Hollyoaks than working out then, please, stop hogging the machine and return to your couch at home and do what you are doing there. Instead of using up oxygen I am trying desperately to catch as I puff away on the treadmill.
Now, I want to make it very very clear that I am in no way slating people who are slow. I applaud you, going to the gym is hard work, and anyone who actually gives it a go is a hero in my eyes. I’m talking about the kind of people who when using that thigh machine that makes you feel like you’re in Dante’s 7th circle of hell, do one rep on the lowest weight, sit there for 3 minutes, do another, then give up, but instead of getting off and going home, use the machine as you might a bench in a park. They park themselves on it for a good 10 minutes which watching TV on their phone.
Another thing that gets on my nerves is when I see people wearing FLEECES in the gym. Firstly, the gym is air conditioned, it’s a normal temperature to wear just a t-shirt in, and secondly if you are doing any kind of exercise, then you definitely shouldn’t need to wear one. Like me, you should look as red as a postbox, and like your head should look like it might explode like an overripe tomato any second. If you go to the gym, then make the commitment, rather than using the place as a somewhere to carry out your own amateur photo shoot.