Rants of a Fitness Enthusiast...

I like to exercise. I like to feel good in my clothes and get those endorphins running and just know that I am living a healthy lifestyle. What I don't like are the socially unacceptable activities, frowned upon in other environments, which have found their way to be the norm at my local 24 hour fitness.

First of all, cell phones. I was amazed at how long a girl was talking on her cell phone while jogging on the tread mill last night. I couldn't help but think, "Wow, you must be in amazing shape in order to talk and jog at the same time. I can barely speed walk and carry on a conversation." I digress. This was not a act of random jog-talk, as I can account numerous fellow gym-goers who feel that they are so stinkin' important that the world cannot be put on hold for one hour while they work out. I'm pretty sure that even the president puts the phone on hold for select activities. But as I am not a politically charged person, I won't "go there."

Either way, people talking on their cell phones, no not even that, people who BRING their cell phones into the gym are on my permanent shit list. I'm not kidding. This is probably my biggest pet peeve of all time. If you can talk and do whatever you are doing at the same time = you are not working hard enough and might as well just leave the gym because you accomplished nothing in the amount of time you were at the gym and you might as well go home and stuff your face with twinkies. There.

Another issue which must be addressed is that of the legality behind allowing an obviously anorexia nervosa stricken individual to continue on her downward spiral of self-deprecating behavior. Can the manger of the gym intervene or call in a nutritionalist or anything? I mean really. The girl that I have in mind must weigh under 100 lbs. and uses her own body weight as a means of strength training as anything more may make her faint. Then again, the manager of Target can't tell a morbidly obese individual to "put down the Reeses and step away from the Snickers." And seeing as how morbid obesity is much more of an epidemic in the states than anorexia nervosa, I guess my little 90 lb. friend will just have to keep on truckin'.

Other pet peeves include: matching apparel top to bottom, girls with long hair not in a pony tail, sitting on a machine and talking, using a machine for five minutes when I am obviously waiting for it, and everyone's favorite, cutting in line for machines.

Oh, the gym. Why do you frustrate me so?