Before the existence of 24 Hour Fitness, Gold’s Gym, or Curves, there was this little place called “outside” that people frequented. Membership to this exclusive studio featured oxygen, scenery, and convenient access no matter where on Earth you were. You could get it all for zero dollars a month, and zero dollars in sign-up fees. If you brought a friend, you could both work out for the price of one!
I refuse to join a gym. I think it’s a racket to overcharge people to do what they could do for free, and I don’t enjoy letting strangers see my body jiggling well after I’ve stopped moving. Other reasons I hate fitness factories:
- Having to wipe off someone else’s swamp ass from the equipment
- Possibility of catching a foot fungus in the shower, forcing me to remove one of my toes, and become off-balance for the rest of my life
- Witnessing guys staring at themselves in the mirror while lifting weights
- Looking like Gollum on the treadmill while the girl with the full face of makeup next to me barely breaks a sweat
- Watching people Facebook “gettin’ my workout on!” while bicycling slower than a sleepy toddler on a tricycle
- Hearing the kind of grunting that should only come from women in labor
- Feeling embarrassed for that one guy who thinks it’s okay for dudes to use elliptical machines
- Smelling “Hansel & Gretel” body odor, the trail of stinky destruction left by a member as he/she travels around the machines
