I’m sore as hell today. My body aches when I get out of my chair, walking is somewhat laborious, and I’m finding that when I lift my arms to do certain things, sometimes my arms hit a point of failure to rise beyond a certain point. After the first day, I thought I was okay, but after day two, and hitting some muscle groups that I could never really exercise from home, has reduced me to being sore and wobbly legged.
Regardless, I see all of this as positive, since these are all signs of growing stronger and improving, and hopefully sooner rather than later, I will feel really good about myself when my pants begin to not feel so tight anymore, as long as I keep this up.
But I have to say that I’ve kind of been spoiled with the last two gyms I’d been a member of prior to this one, because I seem to have a lot of gripes with the new one already. Aside from the meatheads, it’s simply a crowded gym. And it’s no more crowded than in the one place any guy would wish weren’t so crowded – the locker room.
From now on, I need to secure lockers that aren’t in a corner, because for whatever reason, those seem to be the lockers that people seem to gravitate towards the quickest. Furthermore, this gym simply doesn’t have enough showers; six to be precise. WCW’s private gym had eight, and never once did I ever have to wait to use one. I found myself having to wait for one today, because I had just done a lunchtime workout, and needed to go back to work, and not be a sweaty, stinky mess.
But back to the lockers, either it’s coincidence, or I just had impeccable timing to have been finishing up at the same time as about three other Apollo Creed looking, ripped, possibly on steroids black guys, who happened to all have lockers in the same corner my shit was stored in, and be in the exact same process of getting dressed as I was.
The only thing missing from this awkward scenario of a bunch of half-naked guys trying to be discreet about dressing back out from making this feel like a movie prison rape scenario, was Danny Trejo.
I swurr, no more choosing lockers in corners anymore. But seriously, this gym has been too busy at every hour that I’ve tried going there, but I guess that’s the price paid for going to a gym in a vain, superficial region like downtown Atlanta.
