When I moved here 6 months ago, I was more nervous about finding a new gym than about finding an apartment, a Publix, a bathroom, or anyone who will tolerate my company for more than 6 hours. I’ve been sweating in front of the same good-natured 40- and 50-somethings for 5 years now! They haven’t even noticed that I have 4 pairs of the exact same workout pants so it probably looks like I’m wearing the same pants every day even though I’m not! God bless you, Gold’s Gym. You the real MVP.
So I did what any sane 25-year-old in mediocre shape would do, and bought an employee membership at my new university, where 95% of the workout populace is 18-22 years old, 7% bodyfat, and 100% INSANELY HOT. Motivation? Temporary lapse in sanity? I don’t know, but I’m still here, despite the fact that the leg press is constantly mistaken for a “texting bench” and everyone is tripping balls from too much preworkout.
The plus side to university gyms: a veritable treasure trove of group exercise classes. A very fit person yelling at me to do things I don’t want to do is basically the most exciting thing my inner masochist could possibly imagine. I am terrible at most things, but I could probably pick up a Mack truck if Ronda Rousey screamed at me hard enough (call me??).
These are the events that led to me signing up for my first spin class in 3 years. I now give you:
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