{"id":159,"date":"2005-02-11T13:53:16","date_gmt":"2005-02-11T13:53:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stagingpoint.com\/michele\/?p=159"},"modified":"2005-02-11T13:53:16","modified_gmt":"2005-02-11T13:53:16","slug":"i-hate-gym","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stagingpoint.com\/michele\/?p=159","title":{"rendered":"I hate gym"},"content":{"rendered":"

We got a flyer advertising a new “health club” in the mail today. I hate gym, and I always have, from the time I was the slowest kid in class, the last to be chosen for any kind of team. In grade school, gym was the only class in which I ever received an “unsatisfactory” grade. I couldn’t climb a rope, couldn’t do a chin-up, couldn’t run around the playground three times without stopping (as I was annually requested to do for the Presidential Fitness test (I don’t know what I ever did to the President that led him to torment me so).
\nIn Junior High, the torment was increased to a new level with our introduction to the institution of the Weight Room. The Weight Room was a sort of airless, windowless closet in which a lot of crummy weight equipment, encrusted with decades of teenage sweat and dirt, was stashed. Weight Room, like all the gym classes, was co-ed. I still cannot fathom what advantage a thirteen-year-old tubby, geeky girl with glasses and a boy haircut was supposed to have derived from being made to assume a variety of embarassing positions on weight equipment, to the accompaniment of crappy 80s pop music and a thorough critique of her physique and personal worth, the latter provided by the 13-year-old boys. LPS<\/a> has a lot to answer for.
\nAll the gyms I have encountered since then–and believe me, these have been as few as possible–have been characterized by these same basic elements: a disgusting smell, a disgusting film over all the equipment, disgusting loud music, and having to arrange myself in disgusting positions while disgusting males look on.
\nThe state no longer has the power to make me go to the gym. Why on earth would I pay $1225 to voluntarily go to one?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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