Adventureland...

It’s almost 4pm and I really I should be doing the massive amounts of school work I have piled up. But here I am starting a blog instead. I’ll get to “the problem of germ layers in sponges” later :P

So up until my sister D started doing a blog for one of her journalism courses I never really got the point of them. I mean they’re pretty much just people ranting and raving about their lives right? And now look at me…ranting and raving about my own life.

Well! Let’s get started on the ranting then shall we?

So this semester I told myself I needed to start using the gym facilities I pay so much for at my school. I swear the most difficult part about using the gym is the swipey thing that lets you into the gym in the first place! As I walk down the hall to the gym I always say a quick prayer to the gym Gods to let my student card swipe and let me in! Many a time I’ve gotten stuck and died of embarrassment while holding up a line of people behind me who proceed to swipe and enter with no apparent problem. Curse you gym Gods!

Each gym visit has been its own mini adventure. Like last Friday for example. I had just switched from the elliptical to the bike and was cycling away, listening to the Black Eyed Peas and minding my own business when I hear grunting and shouting from behind me. Casting a curious glance to the machines behind me I see a group of boys on the rowing machines, cheering each other on like it’s the Summer Olympics and they’re about to win gold. I mean, give me a break. First of all, I can hear you over my ipod! Secondly, nooooobody else wants to hear you grunting like a rhino! It really throws off your groove.

As if the loud, rowing super athletes weren’t enough to make you throw in the towel, then there are the creepy older men who look like they walked right off the street (and smell like it too). Typical of my luck I always seem to get stuck working out next to one of said creepers, who while they mind their own business, manage to drip sweat everywhere. SO GROSS!

Bringing each gym adventure to a close is the change room shower. Showering after the gym in my opinion should be mandatory. Anyone who tries to leave the gym without showering should be sprayed with a water cannon upon leaving the change room. Anyways, at first I wasn’t too keen on using the change room showers. I know they have a lock and all but it still freaked me out a little. Ok a lot. But, I sucked it up, put on my big girl panties (or rather, took them off) and braved the change room shower. While the water quality is actually pretty soft and did wonders to my hair (which has suffered 20 years of hard water) there are no ledges or hooks anywhere in the shower. So everything you bring in with you pretty much has to go on the floor. Ew! Speaking of ew, shower shoes! Definitely a must unless you like fungal infections on your feet.

All in all going to the gym has proved a pretty interesting form of entertainment after a long day of tedious (aka boring) lectures and each time I leave I feel a little more confident that my next gym visit will go slightly more smoothly.

So until then….
LATER DAYS
xoxo