We just signed up to join the YMCA (again) so we can run and get into shape until it's warm enough to run outside. I love running outside. It's been 6 degrees for a high lately, and while I do see people running outside during this, I'm not one of them.
I love the YMCA. I love how big it is.
There are many choices/options for all sorts of fun workouts. (Fun= hellish in this sentence.)
What don't I like?
People. (Yeah, I know, I don't like most people normally, so what makes this different? Just keep reading.)
This applies to every single gym I've ever been part of, but because the YMCA is a more popular/large facility, I think it happens more often here.
I made rules that I do believe everyone should have to follow.
Why did I do this? Am I boss of all the gyms? No, although I think I would make a good one.
I'm just fed up with it and need somewhere to express my sarcasm.
So here are some rules to make the gym more enjoyable for me and everyone else that wants to be part of it:
1. If you're at the gym- use the gym. I'm pretty sure I didn't just pay $105 per month to be part of Paris Fashion Week. I didn't see a red carpet or a runway when I first walked in. I also do NOT want to see your cleavage. Although, I'm betting my husband is thinking, "shuddup, if they want to show their cleavage, let them!" No. Girls, put your boobs away, take your makeup off (I know those eyelashes are fake! I can feel the breeze when you blink), put your hair up and break a sweat please.
2. If you hop on the treadmill next to me, you will suddenly be entered into a marathon race, where I will win at all costs.
3. Once again, if you are at the gym, use it. As in, if you can read a book, watch TV, or talk on the phone while working out, you're probably not doing anything beneficial. Why are you here again? If you don't leave the gym looking like someone beat you with a hot, wet towel, then just stay home. Please. I saw one girl walk around for a half hour like there was a photographer following her around. Didn't touch one machine the entire time, but darn it, she worked so hard to look so good.
4. Wipe down the machine. There are signs, sprays, towels to help this process and make it easier for you. I don't want my hands to slide around in your old sweat, especially when it was from your butt.
5. When running on the track (this has it's own special pile of rules):
a. Please don't bump into me EVERY time you pass me. Or I end up slapping your balls on accident and no one wants that. I'm pretty sure it was his balls, since they were slightly squishy. Lucky me.
b. There's a daycare downstairs. A great one that's free! Use. It. Please. I usually love kids, until I almost ran over a tiny 1 year old jogging around the track like a lost bunny.
c. If you are there just to walk around the track, please, please, please, stick to one side. Doing the "where you going" dance EVERY time I have to lap you, gets annoying and it is very distracting.
These reasons are why I now run on the treadmill. I couldn't take it anymore. The track was one of the reasons I chose the YMCA and now I'm not even going to use it. Guess who's not happy? Big surprise, huh?
See? I should be the boss over all gyms.
Sorry it's been so long. I have no excuses. I've just been lazy.
I'm allowed a little bit of lazy...
I made this:
It's a bracelet. It was lots of fun to make and I was so unsure about it, but I have lots of great friends on Facebook that were very helpful and I decided to keep it.
Have a good rest of the week!