Form may follow function, but not at my gym

First of all, on the plus side, all those words I wrote the other day that I didn't know, I now know. So yippie for me.

Now on to my gym

If only Mr. Sullivan were around to see my gym. I go to the 24 hour gym/tan on Paulina. I used to talk well of my gym. I used to say:

It’s cheaper than most gyms, you have to pay all at once for a year, but it comes out to something ridiculous like 20$ a month, which is pretty good for a snooty gym.

The people in the gym are fairly good looking, nice pretty men and women, but there’s a good amount of normal people as well, so you don’t have to feel horrible about yourself.

You can always watch the tanners who come in and laugh at them, cause they’re orange.

NOW I SAY:

The gym is too crowded, we need to stand in line for a locker.

Let me say that again, we need to stand in line for a frickin’ locker. Lines of girls going out of the locker room, as the trixies take hold and stomp through thinking they know better than us regular girls. That is kinda fun though, watching them get back in line.

Last night my spin instructor had us ride the bikes. That’s about it. Stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down. If you have taken a spin class before, you will realize that this is very monotonous, plus very difficult. Grr.

I watched a Dateline or whatever on all the evil germs of the gym. Now my gym does have that disinfectant everywhere, but people are still leaving their poop germs around and we all know it.

The worst part is, I have started to very obviously not care what I look like at the gym. I’ve never been one to go get a fancy little gym outfit to sweat the bejeesus in, so I wear a pair of black boxers and a tshirt. The other day I bought little biker shorts, they were so short that my tshirt hung over them and it looked like I wasn’t wearing any pants. That was fun. I’m like this big lumbering girl with no shorts on.

Louis Sullivan has turned over many times in his grave since his death in 1924, but I think if he saw the 24 hr gym/tan, he’d come back and kick some gym ass.

Which he was really famous for doing.