i hate them. i feel like im judged.
sweat. water. dying. need air.
rolling, spinning, whirring…
its maddening.
stop strutting in front of me
i dont want you there
sweat.
swear.
breathe.
sami
fitness fun workout health active lifestyle exercise burn ripped weights equipment center sweat run spin box lift weights jump rope healthy younger youthful gear sneakers hats timer stopwatch bik
Jolie Balido
i went there a few days ago. it was pretty chill. I saw Sibbi Bernhardsson there running and stuff. I go there generally when I’m preparing for a big event and want to feel and look my best ::smileyyyyy:: I think the people that work there
rachel
I have not been to the gym in more than ….a while….i dont really know the exact number of days. but it def hasnt been a year. but i did do insanity so im not fat. insanity was hard. like my penis. now im laughing..jk. but seriously
Trey Waters
I went to the gym to meet ‘hot babes’, as my brother called them. All I met, however, was a painful rash on my tookis and a trip to the clinic. Dr. Klode rubbed some ointment on the sore spot and I took him out to dinner the following night.
Gym class can be either brutal or fun; it seems to me that the athletically talented people enjoy it, while the friendless ones suffer. Who created dodgeball anyway? It’s such a horrible game. The guys with e.
sweaty, makes me feel all insecure when I see those muscle bods pumping iron. But then I see the fat kid, running all the way to be beautiful. It’s mean, I know, but she’s the one who keeps me there. Gives me hope. What can I do? I’m huanmmm
OneWord
The ball slid across the floor, making an eerie squeaking sound. Gah! I hate basketball, its dumb, all you do is throw a ball at a net, whats the point of that? It’s so cold in the gym too, and all they let us where are shorts and t-shirts. When really we should be wearing sweaters. Really, its like Antarctica in here! Then I heard Ms. Deyer’s shrill whistle bleed into my ears. “Time to play horse everyone, line up at a net.” So then all us, sweaty kids (how could we get sweaty when its 2 below 0?) line up for a treachorous game of basketball.
Laura Warning
My gym is literally standing 3 feet away from me. Thanks for the reminder oneword.com. I will get to it tonight for sure, I hope.
He’s at the gym tonight,
His adrenaline rushing,
His heart pumping vigorously,
Not knowing,
He does the same to me,
When I am still.
Romila Barryman
Yesterday I went to the gym and found a secret door. The secret door lead me to a magical world where everyone was happy, my father wasn’t killing himself with smoke and alcohol, and my boyfriend wasn’t thinking about leaving me for another girl. Life was happier there. I was happier there. The gym is a happy place.
Erin
My gym is literally standing 3 feet away from me. I will get to it tonight for sure, I hope.
Jacob
The gym was full of people, crowded together, and a din of noise seared her sensitive ears. After all these years, you’d think this noise wouldn’t bother me as much anymore, she thought moodily, but it’s almost as bad as that first day. A headache began to throb, creeping down her neck, and her blue eyes sifted through the mob.
I hated gym in high school. They were so picky about what we had to wear. It had to be WHITE shorts and a WHITE t-shirt. I don’t know what was so hard about it, but I never seemed to have both. My teacher was a stickler about it, and it frustrated me. I hated gym especially because sometimes we had swimming in first period! FIRST PERIOD! That meant I had to sit through the whole day with wet hair!
the gym is a place you work out, you see sweaty people there, people who want to look good, theres weight machines, sometimes a tanning bed, i should go to the gym, gym memberships are a joke
Martha
the gym is where i go to get a workout and release stress.
Amanda Brennick
There were balls flying as we tried to swing our arms in the proper form. The coaches yelling spurred our wrists to snap and our feet to move. One-twothree. One-twothree. The volleyballs hit the ground like we did when we dived to save them from a spike.
Kristen
i get to gym late every day. why? because i am trying to spend every second possible talking to my girlfriend in the hallway. as soon as gym is over, i get the hell out of there so that i can go find my girlfriend at the end of the period so that i can spend as much possible time with her as possible until we both go off and spend the rest of the day by ourselves.
McKenna Larson
I don’t go to the gym. I’ve only known one Jim. And I didn’t like him much. He didn’t like me much. This is really the root of my not wanting to go the gym. It sounds like I’m going to The Jim. And he wouldn’t like that, and neither would I. So that’s that.
Gregory
I hate the gym. All that exercise that I should be doing, all of those torture machines. I hate the sweatiness, the grittyness, the pain, the jiggly bits that wobble. But I love being strong. I love finishing a workout and saying, “I just did that”.
julie
the word gym makes me think ‘ughh’ and then it makes me think yay because i know after i go to the gym i can always eat cookies and burgers without feeling that bad. i still feel pretty bad though
the best thing to eat after going to the gym is corner bakery… by far!
actually only if you go in the morning
i’ve never been at night though… i feel like that would be really weird..
gyms have tvs!! i like tv and cookies!
i always hated gym class, because i was never athletic. well the other kids grappled for the ball and pushed each other out of the way, i was content to mope along beside them, making only a halfhearted effort to involve myself, and then only when the teacher was watching.
piper french
A middle-aged man sits on the gym bench, huffing. Sweat beads on his forehead. He hasn’t worked out in so long. Can words describe how much he missed it? His soul smiled a little more with each lift. It’s good to be back.
Few places on this planet have the ability to torture a middle schooler like a gym can. From dodgeball to dashes, coaches blow their whistles in violent command of the children they teach.
Text Reciprocation
I used to spend 2 hours at the gym, and it was amazing therapy after my divorce. I actually went to start gaining weight since I was so thin. I hate going now. I never have time, it’s such a waste of money, and the gorgeous ones are too far and way too expensive. I really do miss being able to have the time to go, though…..
I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. On the one had, I always go with my two best friends and love the endorphin rush. On the other, I’m always sore when I get back. So, the biggest question is always: do the benefits of the gym out way the horrors. And mostly, I vote yes.
Loren
Hi bubala. How are you bubala?
Mr. Leper (because that’s the name that I think of when I conger up his insipid voice) wanted to help me open my stuck locker… or maybe help me adjust my little white gym trunks. He was this little thin stick of a crotchety old fart who I’m sure had lascivious thoughts about pale Jewish Boys from the Boroughs. I was only 13 but he was slithering upon the my slight physique, my unflattering shorts and my crew socks as I quickly changed in dimly lit locker room. He seemed to always be there, hanging above me as I changed and I instinctively knew his thoughts were not Kosher. He thought he could schmaltz me up with a little Yiddish, but I refused to give him the time of day.
Todd
My family had a membership to the Alaska Club a couple of months ago. I regret not going to the gym as much as I could have last semester. Then again, I don’t really care for working out inside. But it was nice to work out with dad a couple days a week.
the gym is boring sometimes but I enjoy it. i like working out sometimes but other times i don’t. we have a gym at school. i like it. its new. i work out sometimes but im usually not motivated to do that. i get tired a lot so i don’t go like i should. yay
Courtney
fat rolls. butt. guys with no necks. girls with no asses. steroids. spray tans. hours. heavy breathing. bikes. sweat. gulping water. ipod.
me
the last time i worked out was in 2007. i was single for the first time in years, because i was a serial dater, and felt relationships completed me. i felt good, strong, and free in 2007. and i worked out a lot. now, i’m married. i never work out.
j
It would have been great if Mike had caught the stray foul ball and won the game. It would have been awesome if he had made the last second free throw after Farber fouled him in the last game of the basketball session in gym. It would have been terrific if he had not gotten a cramp that made his relay team finish last, dead last. As a result, no one wanted him on any of their teams. Not only was he picked last, sometimes he wasn’t picked at all and instead ended up playing the games by himself on the sidelines. He would throw the ball high up in the air, catch it like a wide receiver and then do his own special touch down dance laughing all the while. “You know, you’ll never win this way.” Faber said one day. “On the contrary,” Mike grinned. “I get to play all the games, but absolutely never lose a thing.”
Izolda
I was in a gym today. We were tearing down our set, and my cast mate was chatting with some high schoolers. the kids were tossing a baseball. mike seemed to be living through them for a second. remembering his high school days, giving them tips. “keep your shoulder down.”
Oh god, gym. I hate it. I hate it so much. I am horrible at it. It has been the cause of many of my problems. I have a D+ in gym. How is that even possible?
Alice
the gym was full of memories. and as the principal of the school that was seeing its last days before demolition slowly looked around it, his eyes filled up with tears. sure, it was ridiculous, to think that a room could have such sentimental meaning. And, of course, it was riduculous to get overwhelmed by all of the memories trhat filled the gym. But at that moment, the principalheard the children calling, heard the caps flying, saw the cherleaders cheering, and all of a sudden just felt the memories whoosihing out of the gym behind him. He slowly closed the large doors, and walked out of the school that had been his home when he was standing alone. his rock when he needed support. the place he could go when everywhere else was unwelcoming.
I hated gym class. The best place to make a complete, utter fool of yourself in front of hot guys in tight shirts. The only decent thing about gym is that it took no mental effort: all physical, all hard work, no thinking or mental equations involved. Just you and motion, starting and stopping, heart pounding. Ah, gym class.
i hate them. i feel like im judged.
sweat. water. dying. need air.
rolling, spinning, whirring…
its maddening.
stop strutting in front of me
i dont want you there
sweat.
swear.
breathe.
fitness fun workout health active lifestyle exercise burn ripped weights equipment center sweat run spin box lift weights jump rope healthy younger youthful gear sneakers hats timer stopwatch bik
i went there a few days ago. it was pretty chill. I saw Sibbi Bernhardsson there running and stuff. I go there generally when I’m preparing for a big event and want to feel and look my best ::smileyyyyy:: I think the people that work there
I have not been to the gym in more than ….a while….i dont really know the exact number of days. but it def hasnt been a year. but i did do insanity so im not fat. insanity was hard. like my penis. now im laughing..jk. but seriously
I went to the gym to meet ‘hot babes’, as my brother called them. All I met, however, was a painful rash on my tookis and a trip to the clinic. Dr. Klode rubbed some ointment on the sore spot and I took him out to dinner the following night.
Gym class can be either brutal or fun; it seems to me that the athletically talented people enjoy it, while the friendless ones suffer. Who created dodgeball anyway? It’s such a horrible game. The guys with e.
Sweat, tears, blood, pushups and pain.
sweaty, makes me feel all insecure when I see those muscle bods pumping iron. But then I see the fat kid, running all the way to be beautiful. It’s mean, I know, but she’s the one who keeps me there. Gives me hope. What can I do? I’m huanmmm
OneWord
The ball slid across the floor, making an eerie squeaking sound. Gah! I hate basketball, its dumb, all you do is throw a ball at a net, whats the point of that? It’s so cold in the gym too, and all they let us where are shorts and t-shirts. When really we should be wearing sweaters. Really, its like Antarctica in here! Then I heard Ms. Deyer’s shrill whistle bleed into my ears. “Time to play horse everyone, line up at a net.” So then all us, sweaty kids (how could we get sweaty when its 2 below 0?) line up for a treachorous game of basketball.
My gym is literally standing 3 feet away from me. Thanks for the reminder oneword.com. I will get to it tonight for sure, I hope.
He’s at the gym tonight,
His adrenaline rushing,
His heart pumping vigorously,
Not knowing,
He does the same to me,
When I am still.
Yesterday I went to the gym and found a secret door. The secret door lead me to a magical world where everyone was happy, my father wasn’t killing himself with smoke and alcohol, and my boyfriend wasn’t thinking about leaving me for another girl. Life was happier there. I was happier there. The gym is a happy place.
My gym is literally standing 3 feet away from me. I will get to it tonight for sure, I hope.
The gym was full of people, crowded together, and a din of noise seared her sensitive ears. After all these years, you’d think this noise wouldn’t bother me as much anymore, she thought moodily, but it’s almost as bad as that first day. A headache began to throb, creeping down her neck, and her blue eyes sifted through the mob.
I hated gym in high school. They were so picky about what we had to wear. It had to be WHITE shorts and a WHITE t-shirt. I don’t know what was so hard about it, but I never seemed to have both. My teacher was a stickler about it, and it frustrated me. I hated gym especially because sometimes we had swimming in first period! FIRST PERIOD! That meant I had to sit through the whole day with wet hair!
Great workout.
the gym is a great place to workout and release stress after a long day.
the gym is a place you work out, you see sweaty people there, people who want to look good, theres weight machines, sometimes a tanning bed, i should go to the gym, gym memberships are a joke
the gym is where i go to get a workout and release stress.
There were balls flying as we tried to swing our arms in the proper form. The coaches yelling spurred our wrists to snap and our feet to move. One-twothree. One-twothree. The volleyballs hit the ground like we did when we dived to save them from a spike.
i get to gym late every day. why? because i am trying to spend every second possible talking to my girlfriend in the hallway. as soon as gym is over, i get the hell out of there so that i can go find my girlfriend at the end of the period so that i can spend as much possible time with her as possible until we both go off and spend the rest of the day by ourselves.
I don’t go to the gym. I’ve only known one Jim. And I didn’t like him much. He didn’t like me much. This is really the root of my not wanting to go the gym. It sounds like I’m going to The Jim. And he wouldn’t like that, and neither would I. So that’s that.
I hate the gym. All that exercise that I should be doing, all of those torture machines. I hate the sweatiness, the grittyness, the pain, the jiggly bits that wobble. But I love being strong. I love finishing a workout and saying, “I just did that”.
the word gym makes me think ‘ughh’ and then it makes me think yay because i know after i go to the gym i can always eat cookies and burgers without feeling that bad. i still feel pretty bad though
the best thing to eat after going to the gym is corner bakery… by far!
actually only if you go in the morning
i’ve never been at night though… i feel like that would be really weird..
gyms have tvs!! i like tv and cookies!
“Gym.”
“I cannot think, for you have answered my prayers, Jim,” I heard Nora say.
“Wait, Nora. . .,” our teacher said, almost too surprised, almost showing her embarrassment FOR Nora.
“No, for he is the word fulfilling the last meaning to life,” Nora reasoned.
“Sweetheart. . .,” the teacher said, losing patience.
“Do not interrupt me! I love you, Jim. I love you! I love you, I love you!”
“Nora, I meant gym as in G-Y-M,” the teacher sneered.
“Oh. . .,” Nora said, pulling together the last of her pride.
The whole class laughs.
Jim secretly admires her strength.
“You beautiful angel,” Jim whispered.
i always hated gym class, because i was never athletic. well the other kids grappled for the ball and pushed each other out of the way, i was content to mope along beside them, making only a halfhearted effort to involve myself, and then only when the teacher was watching.
A middle-aged man sits on the gym bench, huffing. Sweat beads on his forehead. He hasn’t worked out in so long. Can words describe how much he missed it? His soul smiled a little more with each lift. It’s good to be back.
Few places on this planet have the ability to torture a middle schooler like a gym can. From dodgeball to dashes, coaches blow their whistles in violent command of the children they teach.
I used to spend 2 hours at the gym, and it was amazing therapy after my divorce. I actually went to start gaining weight since I was so thin. I hate going now. I never have time, it’s such a waste of money, and the gorgeous ones are too far and way too expensive. I really do miss being able to have the time to go, though…..
I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. On the one had, I always go with my two best friends and love the endorphin rush. On the other, I’m always sore when I get back. So, the biggest question is always: do the benefits of the gym out way the horrors. And mostly, I vote yes.
Hi bubala. How are you bubala?
Mr. Leper (because that’s the name that I think of when I conger up his insipid voice) wanted to help me open my stuck locker… or maybe help me adjust my little white gym trunks. He was this little thin stick of a crotchety old fart who I’m sure had lascivious thoughts about pale Jewish Boys from the Boroughs. I was only 13 but he was slithering upon the my slight physique, my unflattering shorts and my crew socks as I quickly changed in dimly lit locker room. He seemed to always be there, hanging above me as I changed and I instinctively knew his thoughts were not Kosher. He thought he could schmaltz me up with a little Yiddish, but I refused to give him the time of day.
My family had a membership to the Alaska Club a couple of months ago. I regret not going to the gym as much as I could have last semester. Then again, I don’t really care for working out inside. But it was nice to work out with dad a couple days a week.
the gym is boring sometimes but I enjoy it. i like working out sometimes but other times i don’t. we have a gym at school. i like it. its new. i work out sometimes but im usually not motivated to do that. i get tired a lot so i don’t go like i should. yay
fat rolls. butt. guys with no necks. girls with no asses. steroids. spray tans. hours. heavy breathing. bikes. sweat. gulping water. ipod.
the last time i worked out was in 2007. i was single for the first time in years, because i was a serial dater, and felt relationships completed me. i felt good, strong, and free in 2007. and i worked out a lot. now, i’m married. i never work out.
It would have been great if Mike had caught the stray foul ball and won the game. It would have been awesome if he had made the last second free throw after Farber fouled him in the last game of the basketball session in gym. It would have been terrific if he had not gotten a cramp that made his relay team finish last, dead last. As a result, no one wanted him on any of their teams. Not only was he picked last, sometimes he wasn’t picked at all and instead ended up playing the games by himself on the sidelines. He would throw the ball high up in the air, catch it like a wide receiver and then do his own special touch down dance laughing all the while. “You know, you’ll never win this way.” Faber said one day. “On the contrary,” Mike grinned. “I get to play all the games, but absolutely never lose a thing.”
I was in a gym today. We were tearing down our set, and my cast mate was chatting with some high schoolers. the kids were tossing a baseball. mike seemed to be living through them for a second. remembering his high school days, giving them tips. “keep your shoulder down.”
Oh god, gym. I hate it. I hate it so much. I am horrible at it. It has been the cause of many of my problems. I have a D+ in gym. How is that even possible?
the gym was full of memories. and as the principal of the school that was seeing its last days before demolition slowly looked around it, his eyes filled up with tears. sure, it was ridiculous, to think that a room could have such sentimental meaning. And, of course, it was riduculous to get overwhelmed by all of the memories trhat filled the gym. But at that moment, the principalheard the children calling, heard the caps flying, saw the cherleaders cheering, and all of a sudden just felt the memories whoosihing out of the gym behind him. He slowly closed the large doors, and walked out of the school that had been his home when he was standing alone. his rock when he needed support. the place he could go when everywhere else was unwelcoming.
I hated gym class. The best place to make a complete, utter fool of yourself in front of hot guys in tight shirts. The only decent thing about gym is that it took no mental effort: all physical, all hard work, no thinking or mental equations involved. Just you and motion, starting and stopping, heart pounding. Ah, gym class.