i have certain feelings about the gym. When I walk through the door, the smell of old sweat attacks me and I continue walking as if to try to escape. The best part is the locker room. Standing there in the middle of naked women trying to figure out where to put my stuff and where the hell is the bathroom! I feel like a hamster in a wheel at the gym, circling around and around looking at a silly screen. Dead. being outside feels so much better and the sights and smells are so interesting.
I saw you at the gym.
Basketball sneakers and shoulders hunched in.
I stared into your face flustered and finagling for words to fill our mini space.
I was wearing this frayed tie dyed shirt and all I wanted to do cover my red cheeks.
You spoke to me, really speaking, if that makes any sense.
And I really listened, if that makes any sense.
I go to the gym not often enough. I wish I went more. I need to go more. I should go more. I could go more. I will go more. I want to go more. I promise to go more. I am going more. I really do enjoy the gym. I cannot wait for this summer when I have so much time to go the gym. That will be very nice. The gym will help me to lose weight and start to look good: always a great thing.
It was time for gym, my favorite part of the day. We ran down the stairs and the whole class exploded through the gym doors. A whole room awaited us; jump ropes, balls, and toys to play with. Gym was more of an excuse for all the kids in school to blow off some steam and nothing more.
hello pain and boring basketball. i CANT HANDLE THIS CLASS. do have too. This is so not my favorite class. I am not enjoying this at all please dont make me it’s not my thing. dont mado this again.But mom i really rerally really hate it!
I don’t like gyms. I think they’re super scary and intimidating. Ever since I’ve come to college, I haven’t gone to the gym once. It’s definitely an American thing.
Was there today. Will be there tomorrow. The next day will be the same. Why do I tire myself out to be in shape? Came home from snowshoeing for four days, went to there that night. Waking up at 530 to go. Insanity that is socially acceptable.
The weight of the world in the form of two dumbbells in my hands, I lift, and the pressure builds, I feel it falling back to me. Running, running in circles, forgetting pain, forgetting sorrows, returning to childhood, returning to happiness, but the weights, the weights keep pulling me down, struggling, fighting, the gym.
I’m not good at math, science, not even English anymore. The things I’m good at are taking me nowhere in life. We run pointless laps around the room; taking up time so the PE teachers can enjoy their own, drag our equipment out in leisure. I speed up and go as fast as I can. I lap people, sprinting to prove that I can, running faster than I should. I come close to falling but I manage to stay up, my chest is heaving but I don’t stop. I show off in gym class to prove that I’m good at something. I push myself past my limits to prove to myself that I’m not a failure. If I can win this little imaginary race in my head, I can keep myself alive another day.
is a place where you go an keep in shape. You normally don’t do it so you just go and stay there. Or maybe is a state of mind and maybe you never got out of bed. Anyway, who cares? The only important thing is to be happy. Happiness above all. That’s it. You gotta.
I have never liked the gym, it is a place full of people so full of themselves they cant see beyond their own physical appearance. When I go there, I feel infinitely inferior, and small. However, I also have learnt to love it, if you look close enough, you can see that everyone there feels the same, and that everyone is there hoping to be seen in a way different then they see themselves, and in this revelation, everyone there becomes united in the longing for acceptance and the hope for no more pain.
get pumped, then run your heart out. after working up a sweat, attempt to impress the people around you by forcing weights over your head, hopefully without popping any blood vessels in your brain. then, go home and feel awesome…until the cramps come.
I never seen the appeal of the gym. How could being stuffed in a room with nothing but machines and sweating people ( most is better shape than me) be considered a fun way to exercise? Give me a 20 degree morning or a sunny afternoon. Give me fresh clean air and silence. I will run my heart out and enjoy it too.
Summer’s almost here. Oh fun in the sun, playing volleyball in the sand, and enjoying the sun rays against my skin. and perfectly fit body. The only problem with this fantastic visual is that before enjoying this…. I need to actually GO to the gym.
It was coming. The gym class. The one with him. What was I suppose to say? What I suppose to do? Act cool? But that won’t get his attention! He, I would give up the world for. It’s impossible to think that I could live without him. But again, how could he notice me? A little, inconsequently person that d doesn’t matter, except to live for him
Due to technical difficulties, oneword erased my rant about the gym.
I would feel like I was cheating on my deleted entry if I wrote another one.
So, for all you work-out-aphobes. Here are some songs to get you going!
Viva la Vida – Coldplay
Toy Soldiers – Eminem
I Can Go the Distance – Hercules Cast
Down – Jay Sean
Shipwreck – Starfield
i hate the gym. the word gym makes me think of skinny girls and guys who have big arms and my fat belly dancing around my boobs ever staying in place and sweat and dirt. and how i should be losing weight. I dreaded going to gym. and facing good looking male teachers that only had time for skinny white girls with blonde hair and that loved sports. I was uncoordinated full asthma and couldn’t stare a ball straight in the face. I would have like to just rest. Rest like my life depended on it.
i really wish i had the desire to go i know it’s good for me and i know it’s what i should do, but i don’t feel like it. i just don’t feel like it. i don’t care about the consequences, i don’t feel up to it. maybe because i’m too fat to feel comfortable, maybe because i’m lazy, but i just don’t feel like it. i keep wondering, did i ever feel like it? i thought i loved it once, but not now
terrible place to go to if you’re looking for privacy. ecspecially for people that are just starting to work out. I hated it in the beginning, always wondering if people would be looking at my flabby ass while I run. but now its okay
gyms are funny. they have ropes and stuff and its all on a basketball court. i dont go to a specific “gym class” because im homeschooled but i do go to taekwondo.
I do not like the gym. I think it is too unnatural for so many people cram into a building to build muscles and get fit in such artificial ways. I believe the best way to exercise is by doing what you love.
I go to the gym a few days a week. Well, not yet. But I’m supposed to start next week. My job over the summer is to go for two hours every day. It’s kind of bull shit, because I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do for two hours – usually when I meet with a trainer, we only go for thirty minutes and then I have cardio for forty-five minutes, max. So I guess maybe I’ll have to start taking classes and then walk on the treadmill for an hour afterwards. I’m going to be exhausted every day, but hey, at least I’ll be in shape for college.
gym is good for you well ebing and keeping yourself fit. When you go to gym you are exercising you muscles and are gaining strangth as well as an amazing new shape. You if you want to stay fit go to gym regularly, you will look amazing.
fitness, a great part of the day.
somewhere where you can get away from real life and do something just for yourself.
fun place to meet new people
WORK YOUR ASS OFF!!!
push yourself to new limits
sweaty man that is so beautiful and ripped…
weird machines which make no sense
elementary school
i worked at a gym for six years. any hopes i had for humanity died behind the member service counter. if the hundreds of 12-17 yr old kids i encountered on a daily basis are any indication of the state of the rest of the country’s youth, we’re doomed. sarah palin scares you? fuck that, snooki will be our president. put on your helmets and buckle your seat belts.
he didn’t go to the gym yesterday. he told his parents that he did, of course. but the truth was that he couldn’t bring himself to lose the weight. just like he couldn’t bring himself to eat in front of his friends or buy a baseball uniform with his dad. the self-consciousness, the emotional weight that was within him made him downright tired. too exhausted to go anywhere. too exhausted to go to the gym
Grad School. Bristol. An anxiety woke me in the night and breathed heavily into my chest. I ran, 5-10 miles daily, at the gym. Some days I would run until my legs went weak.
i love going to gym. it’s just so fun. i have it with about the three best people in the entire world to have gym with. i really enjoy it, all the time. today we played volleyball in gym and it was really fun. i’m good at volleyball. we used to have to play hockeyy, which kind of sucked because it’s a lot of work, but i was good at that too. i hate playing sports, but i love gym. go figure.
i never go to the gym. i always say i will. i always find excuses not to go. then i complain that i dont like my body. its nonsensical. i have no reason to complain if im not willing to change myself. it’s intimidating but if i just got over it i would be fine. get over my fear, go to the gym. be happy (:
It would make me fit but I hate going. I could be a slim show pony but instead at sat at home writing and being fat. Is this really my life?
i have certain feelings about the gym. When I walk through the door, the smell of old sweat attacks me and I continue walking as if to try to escape. The best part is the locker room. Standing there in the middle of naked women trying to figure out where to put my stuff and where the hell is the bathroom! I feel like a hamster in a wheel at the gym, circling around and around looking at a silly screen. Dead. being outside feels so much better and the sights and smells are so interesting.
I saw you at the gym.
Basketball sneakers and shoulders hunched in.
I stared into your face flustered and finagling for words to fill our mini space.
I was wearing this frayed tie dyed shirt and all I wanted to do cover my red cheeks.
You spoke to me, really speaking, if that makes any sense.
And I really listened, if that makes any sense.
I go to the gym not often enough. I wish I went more. I need to go more. I should go more. I could go more. I will go more. I want to go more. I promise to go more. I am going more. I really do enjoy the gym. I cannot wait for this summer when I have so much time to go the gym. That will be very nice. The gym will help me to lose weight and start to look good: always a great thing.
It was time for gym, my favorite part of the day. We ran down the stairs and the whole class exploded through the gym doors. A whole room awaited us; jump ropes, balls, and toys to play with. Gym was more of an excuse for all the kids in school to blow off some steam and nothing more.
hello pain and boring basketball. i CANT HANDLE THIS CLASS. do have too. This is so not my favorite class. I am not enjoying this at all please dont make me it’s not my thing. dont mado this again.But mom i really rerally really hate it!
I don’t like gyms. I think they’re super scary and intimidating. Ever since I’ve come to college, I haven’t gone to the gym once. It’s definitely an American thing.
Was there today. Will be there tomorrow. The next day will be the same. Why do I tire myself out to be in shape? Came home from snowshoeing for four days, went to there that night. Waking up at 530 to go. Insanity that is socially acceptable.
Anders als hier. Anders als da. Was denn nun? Bist du da? Oder hier? Wo gehörst du hin? Was bist denn du? Anders.
The weight of the world in the form of two dumbbells in my hands, I lift, and the pressure builds, I feel it falling back to me. Running, running in circles, forgetting pain, forgetting sorrows, returning to childhood, returning to happiness, but the weights, the weights keep pulling me down, struggling, fighting, the gym.
I’m not good at math, science, not even English anymore. The things I’m good at are taking me nowhere in life. We run pointless laps around the room; taking up time so the PE teachers can enjoy their own, drag our equipment out in leisure. I speed up and go as fast as I can. I lap people, sprinting to prove that I can, running faster than I should. I come close to falling but I manage to stay up, my chest is heaving but I don’t stop. I show off in gym class to prove that I’m good at something. I push myself past my limits to prove to myself that I’m not a failure. If I can win this little imaginary race in my head, I can keep myself alive another day.
I ALREADY DID THIS ONE DAMIMIT!
is a place where you go an keep in shape. You normally don’t do it so you just go and stay there. Or maybe is a state of mind and maybe you never got out of bed. Anyway, who cares? The only important thing is to be happy. Happiness above all. That’s it. You gotta.
I have never liked the gym, it is a place full of people so full of themselves they cant see beyond their own physical appearance. When I go there, I feel infinitely inferior, and small. However, I also have learnt to love it, if you look close enough, you can see that everyone there feels the same, and that everyone is there hoping to be seen in a way different then they see themselves, and in this revelation, everyone there becomes united in the longing for acceptance and the hope for no more pain.
i go to gym every day. well i used to. now i have health. i wont have it with my boyfriend anymore cuz he has health next :”( i <3 him so much :)
yay gym.
get pumped, then run your heart out. after working up a sweat, attempt to impress the people around you by forcing weights over your head, hopefully without popping any blood vessels in your brain. then, go home and feel awesome…until the cramps come.
I never seen the appeal of the gym. How could being stuffed in a room with nothing but machines and sweating people ( most is better shape than me) be considered a fun way to exercise? Give me a 20 degree morning or a sunny afternoon. Give me fresh clean air and silence. I will run my heart out and enjoy it too.
20:08 her: Am busy atm will call later. X
20:09 him: enjoy time at the jim.
her……
22:45 him: r u still enjoying the jim? going over the apparatus over and over agin? Sweating over repetitions, I am drunk I miss you…
Summer’s almost here. Oh fun in the sun, playing volleyball in the sand, and enjoying the sun rays against my skin. and perfectly fit body. The only problem with this fantastic visual is that before enjoying this…. I need to actually GO to the gym.
It was coming. The gym class. The one with him. What was I suppose to say? What I suppose to do? Act cool? But that won’t get his attention! He, I would give up the world for. It’s impossible to think that I could live without him. But again, how could he notice me? A little, inconsequently person that d doesn’t matter, except to live for him
Due to technical difficulties, oneword erased my rant about the gym.
I would feel like I was cheating on my deleted entry if I wrote another one.
So, for all you work-out-aphobes. Here are some songs to get you going!
Viva la Vida – Coldplay
Toy Soldiers – Eminem
I Can Go the Distance – Hercules Cast
Down – Jay Sean
Shipwreck – Starfield
Christ, gym, me bones, christ me spock, damnit gym, this boy’s dying of lurghi… lurghi, gym.
Oh, wait… wrong gym. This would explain why William Shatner has that restraining order out on me.
i hate the gym. the word gym makes me think of skinny girls and guys who have big arms and my fat belly dancing around my boobs ever staying in place and sweat and dirt. and how i should be losing weight. I dreaded going to gym. and facing good looking male teachers that only had time for skinny white girls with blonde hair and that loved sports. I was uncoordinated full asthma and couldn’t stare a ball straight in the face. I would have like to just rest. Rest like my life depended on it.
i really wish i had the desire to go i know it’s good for me and i know it’s what i should do, but i don’t feel like it. i just don’t feel like it. i don’t care about the consequences, i don’t feel up to it. maybe because i’m too fat to feel comfortable, maybe because i’m lazy, but i just don’t feel like it. i keep wondering, did i ever feel like it? i thought i loved it once, but not now
i already had gym.
terrible place to go to if you’re looking for privacy. ecspecially for people that are just starting to work out. I hated it in the beginning, always wondering if people would be looking at my flabby ass while I run. but now its okay
gyms are funny. they have ropes and stuff and its all on a basketball court. i dont go to a specific “gym class” because im homeschooled but i do go to taekwondo.
I do not like the gym. I think it is too unnatural for so many people cram into a building to build muscles and get fit in such artificial ways. I believe the best way to exercise is by doing what you love.
I go to the gym a few days a week. Well, not yet. But I’m supposed to start next week. My job over the summer is to go for two hours every day. It’s kind of bull shit, because I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do for two hours – usually when I meet with a trainer, we only go for thirty minutes and then I have cardio for forty-five minutes, max. So I guess maybe I’ll have to start taking classes and then walk on the treadmill for an hour afterwards. I’m going to be exhausted every day, but hey, at least I’ll be in shape for college.
gym is good for you well ebing and keeping yourself fit. When you go to gym you are exercising you muscles and are gaining strangth as well as an amazing new shape. You if you want to stay fit go to gym regularly, you will look amazing.
A place where you go to work out and stare at other people who work out and are much much stronger than you.
fitness, a great part of the day.
somewhere where you can get away from real life and do something just for yourself.
fun place to meet new people
WORK YOUR ASS OFF!!!
push yourself to new limits
sweaty man that is so beautiful and ripped…
weird machines which make no sense
elementary school
i worked at a gym for six years. any hopes i had for humanity died behind the member service counter. if the hundreds of 12-17 yr old kids i encountered on a daily basis are any indication of the state of the rest of the country’s youth, we’re doomed. sarah palin scares you? fuck that, snooki will be our president. put on your helmets and buckle your seat belts.
he didn’t go to the gym yesterday. he told his parents that he did, of course. but the truth was that he couldn’t bring himself to lose the weight. just like he couldn’t bring himself to eat in front of his friends or buy a baseball uniform with his dad. the self-consciousness, the emotional weight that was within him made him downright tired. too exhausted to go anywhere. too exhausted to go to the gym
i want to go to the gym. i want to have those perfect female abs in between my hip bones. and i want to rock your world with it.
Seeing all the ways that I
could be
should be
Kinda puts a damper on the mood.
With all the curves and grunts about,
my body gives a sigh as if to say
“Sorry sir, but I just never will.”
Grad School. Bristol. An anxiety woke me in the night and breathed heavily into my chest. I ran, 5-10 miles daily, at the gym. Some days I would run until my legs went weak.
i love going to gym. it’s just so fun. i have it with about the three best people in the entire world to have gym with. i really enjoy it, all the time. today we played volleyball in gym and it was really fun. i’m good at volleyball. we used to have to play hockeyy, which kind of sucked because it’s a lot of work, but i was good at that too. i hate playing sports, but i love gym. go figure.
i never go to the gym. i always say i will. i always find excuses not to go. then i complain that i dont like my body. its nonsensical. i have no reason to complain if im not willing to change myself. it’s intimidating but if i just got over it i would be fine. get over my fear, go to the gym. be happy (: