The Dinkiest Gym in All The Land
My gym is terrible.
It’s dark and smelly.
At any given time, at least half of the cardio machines have an “Out of Order” sign on them. At least half of the supposedly “working” machines do not function properly.
The pool is filled with old people, fat people, or some combination thereof.
The sauna stopped working.
The weight room is gross. I’ve seen the same water bottle sitting in the corner for a week, giving me little faith it gets cleaned on a regular basis.
The mats for stretching are from 1912 and barely hanging on by a thread.
In the locker room, half of the lockers are bent out of shape so they don’t open properly. Some of them are cut so you can’t put your lock in them. Others are sticky inside.
In the shower rooms, most of them don’t have a curtain for privacy. And the hot water only works on some of the showers. And one time, I showered right after they cleaned it with industrial cleaner and I got a sinus infection for a week from the strong fumes.
It doesn’t have air conditioning. At least it doesn’t feel like it.
You have to pay 50 cents for parking every time you leave.
Supposedly, it was going to start construction three months ago. Some people walked around. Nothing has been started and nobody has been warned.
And yet I love it.
I am totally anonymous there. I don’t have to impress anyone. Nobody pays attention to anyone else. Everyone has the same crappy expectations. Everyone is just in there to do some work on themselves and get the hell out. I know where everything is. I recognize people who work and workout at the same times I’m there. I’m comfortable. I trust it.
What the hell is that all about?