its the place you go to excerise
it can be torturoues
but rewarding
some are embarssed
some want change themselves
others want to self depricate
i,
i yearn for it
I’ll just sit in the gym. Watching. Others will be randomly scattered, engaged in their various activities, but none of that interests me. The competition, the angry bodies. I just sit and think to myself, looking out the window at the rainy skies. Maybe today will be the day that none of it will matter anymore?
fields are open and bare in the sunlight, dust rising red to choke the air and haze your vision as you stare down upon those men who work their bodies amongst each other’s glory. you are the watcher, the trainer, and critically assessing their fitness with a keen eye you fail to see the oiled magnificence of taut muscle working underneath perfect skin. beauty comes in many forms.
I don’t go to the gym anymore. I went a while ago, but i spent a lot of time walking there and then once I was there, all I did was cardio, pretty pointless, I’d like to go again one day.
John was getting extremely done with the gym. It for years had been the focal point of his social activity…replacing the bar scene with the wild, semi-controlled sex scenes that had been common place when he was younger. AIDS took care of that. And, if truth be told, so did aging. The community had shifted to the gym. There was still some sex but much of the intensity that had accompanied the earlier sex scenes had been transferred to bench presses and squats. As he repositioned the bar, he noticed the same man he had seen, or perhaps noticed is the right word, for the last month. About his age, maybe a bit closer to 60 than John, he appeared to be of mixed race heritage…fitting in these days of the country’s love affair with its first mixed race president. Pretty well built, but no amount of weight work would completely cover the releasing of the skin by the bones. Still, for his age he was looking pretty good.
I need to get back to the gym. To the wonderful walking and running track. To the lockers and rowing machine. To the light and sounds of echoes and vibrations, grunts and
i do not like to go to the gym. i like going to the gym because i like the feeling of working my muscles until they burn and of being healthy. i do not like to go to the gym because there are always people watching me until i feel like i need to go faster, stop panting, wear tighter clothes. lose weight faster….it is a losing battle so i guess i will just run outside. there is better scenery than the treadmill anyways!
He walked into the cavernous space. Each step knocked off a hundred ones that came back to him, slaves marching to his call. He walked up to a fading line, picked up the ball, and jumped. With the release from his fingertips, so went his spirit.
I hate going to the gym. There’s always that stupid skinny girl in the little pink shorts. Everyone knows why you’re here, bitch, no need for the free shorts. That’s a stupid reason to hate the gym, but I just feel like everyone is looking at me. I’m not even that fat! I’m just a little chubby. But at the gym is just like “wobble, wobble wobble” all over.
i have no idea what this is, I just keep ending up on pages like this. its like wth am i doing with my life its 3:28 in the morning and i obviously have no life because im doing this stupid crap that doesnt even make sense. am i supposed to be writing about something? of right the gym. it sucks.
I went to the gym today for my daily work out session. I saw this guy there that I see every day and god is he hot let me tell you. He’s 6′ even, about 180 pounds, muscle bound, blond hair, and blue eyes.
i joined a gym years ago and nevr really went much but i am trying to go again now and really i dont know if ill stick to it or not which is scary coz it costs sos much monye but then again i think, if i do stick to it and loos the weight yay! lots of ppl think they arnt nessessary coz you can just exercise outside and i agree… but then, i thin the aircon and fact u are paying, makes u want t eercise MORE than if u were just trying to cinvince urself to go for a walk at
I’ve never been one to go to the gym. Sure, I tough it out with the best on the track, but the gym is something more. The gym is a prison, the track is a playground.
A place to work out, to sweat, to motivate yourself. A place to raise your self confidence and feel good about yourself, do good for your body. A healthy way to love yourself.
Schweiß rann im müde die Stirn hinunter. Was soll das, dachten sich die Schweißtropfen. Es hat doch ohnehin keinen Sinn. Er rennt und rennt. Und kommt doch nicht an. Und wir laufen und laufen. Und es hat einfach keinen Sinn.
I hadn’t been to the gym in ages and it was starting to show drastically. My lackluster appearance was growing continuously dull, and the fact that I was gaining weight did nothing to improve it. For the most part I wasn’t about to give up on being physically fit, but I definitely wasn’t trying as hard.
I hated gym class, It smelled awful, the scent of sweaty boys. The overabundance of Axe. I hated how we had to do shitty exercises and awful ‘team sports’ why couldn’t we just do workouts to music? All my classmates were jocks and douches with some bitches mixed in. Damn I hated that place.
I can’t believe I have to do gym to
gyms make me uncomfortable
like the beach
sweaty people running around flappin all over the place.
People at the gym are always in their own heads
I have never had comfortable relationship with that word. I like to exercise but alone — usually running. The gathering and judgement element of a place where everyone exercises has never been a context that I liked.
it makes you push yourself to the limits of your own personal status. it’s pushed past the line of tolerance, but you continue to persue in an attempt to prove your existence to yourself.
working out to be beautiful caring about ones body and sculpting it to be what you want it to be. hearts pounding calories burning and smiles turning. men see womon who look great to thier standards and women see the same in men beacuse they are both changing and see the beauty in cahnge
I hate gym. I’m not that athletic so it’s really no fun. I prefer sports to just plain fitness exercises. Jogging is okay too, sometimes. I’m glad I’m in college so I don’t have to take gym anymore…I think. Oh, jeez. XD
i dont want to go too much sweat too much working out, really hot people will be there working out im too fat for the gym gyms are sweaty and dirty i like to work out alone ipod is really good to have music in the gym while your are working out most gyms are pretty expensive to join and take too much information from you
i dont think the gym is for me. sometimes i want to go but the entire time im too worried other people are watching me, judging me, like the gym isnt a place for self improvement but you only belong if youre already in shape. its a catch 22.
i wanna go to the gym to get in shape but,
i wont go to the gym till im in shape.
With a gym close to my house I wonder why I don’t go. I try to bring the gym into my house via treadmill, but same results. Therefore distance doesn’t matter.
gym: I like going to it, but I hate using the machines… I prefer to practice kick boxing and box. I think it has more sense. You can free all your tensions and have a really good time. It makes you feel tire and good
Five minutes in
And the sweat poured of Lucy’s face
Down into the gutter of self-respect.
Five minutes out
And the running machine
Entered phase three,
Pummelling the pile driver
Pummelling out another bead
Of ichor’ous melodrama.
Look, they said, I did it,
I made the new track record
Without even touching the track!
i hate going to the gym it stinks like old dirty socks and my body is so slow i cant keep up with all the young agile machines.
its the place you go to excerise
it can be torturoues
but rewarding
some are embarssed
some want change themselves
others want to self depricate
i,
i yearn for it
I’ll just sit in the gym. Watching. Others will be randomly scattered, engaged in their various activities, but none of that interests me. The competition, the angry bodies. I just sit and think to myself, looking out the window at the rainy skies. Maybe today will be the day that none of it will matter anymore?
fields are open and bare in the sunlight, dust rising red to choke the air and haze your vision as you stare down upon those men who work their bodies amongst each other’s glory. you are the watcher, the trainer, and critically assessing their fitness with a keen eye you fail to see the oiled magnificence of taut muscle working underneath perfect skin. beauty comes in many forms.
i love and hate to go to the gym. it harbors all of my dreams and aspirations, makes me be and do all that i can to stay young, to be strong
I don’t go to the gym anymore. I went a while ago, but i spent a lot of time walking there and then once I was there, all I did was cardio, pretty pointless, I’d like to go again one day.
John was getting extremely done with the gym. It for years had been the focal point of his social activity…replacing the bar scene with the wild, semi-controlled sex scenes that had been common place when he was younger. AIDS took care of that. And, if truth be told, so did aging. The community had shifted to the gym. There was still some sex but much of the intensity that had accompanied the earlier sex scenes had been transferred to bench presses and squats. As he repositioned the bar, he noticed the same man he had seen, or perhaps noticed is the right word, for the last month. About his age, maybe a bit closer to 60 than John, he appeared to be of mixed race heritage…fitting in these days of the country’s love affair with its first mixed race president. Pretty well built, but no amount of weight work would completely cover the releasing of the skin by the bones. Still, for his age he was looking pretty good.
Gym, well…I’ve been trying to be regular at it since last…..so many years…till now no luck.
I do present myself on and off, but that’s the story of my life in everything…..
I need to get back to the gym. To the wonderful walking and running track. To the lockers and rowing machine. To the light and sounds of echoes and vibrations, grunts and
i do not like to go to the gym. i like going to the gym because i like the feeling of working my muscles until they burn and of being healthy. i do not like to go to the gym because there are always people watching me until i feel like i need to go faster, stop panting, wear tighter clothes. lose weight faster….it is a losing battle so i guess i will just run outside. there is better scenery than the treadmill anyways!
Every day, my mother urges me to go to the gym and work out. She wants her sons looking buff. Broad-shouldered. Beautiful.
He walked into the cavernous space. Each step knocked off a hundred ones that came back to him, slaves marching to his call. He walked up to a fading line, picked up the ball, and jumped. With the release from his fingertips, so went his spirit.
a gym just there in the middle of nowhere, normally gyms are found lurking in the marshes, so why was this one so far out in this dry arid land
I hate going to the gym. There’s always that stupid skinny girl in the little pink shorts. Everyone knows why you’re here, bitch, no need for the free shorts. That’s a stupid reason to hate the gym, but I just feel like everyone is looking at me. I’m not even that fat! I’m just a little chubby. But at the gym is just like “wobble, wobble wobble” all over.
i have no idea what this is, I just keep ending up on pages like this. its like wth am i doing with my life its 3:28 in the morning and i obviously have no life because im doing this stupid crap that doesnt even make sense. am i supposed to be writing about something? of right the gym. it sucks.
I went to the gym today for my daily work out session. I saw this guy there that I see every day and god is he hot let me tell you. He’s 6′ even, about 180 pounds, muscle bound, blond hair, and blue eyes.
i joined a gym years ago and nevr really went much but i am trying to go again now and really i dont know if ill stick to it or not which is scary coz it costs sos much monye but then again i think, if i do stick to it and loos the weight yay! lots of ppl think they arnt nessessary coz you can just exercise outside and i agree… but then, i thin the aircon and fact u are paying, makes u want t eercise MORE than if u were just trying to cinvince urself to go for a walk at
I’ve never been one to go to the gym. Sure, I tough it out with the best on the track, but the gym is something more. The gym is a prison, the track is a playground.
Where i used to go to get thin. It worked until I got bored of it. I lost heaps of weight but then it all came back. Gah.
A place to work out, to sweat, to motivate yourself. A place to raise your self confidence and feel good about yourself, do good for your body. A healthy way to love yourself.
girls. running everywhere. treadmills. wow i really need a swiss ball, a weight set and a treadmil. im getting fat. shit really im getting fat
Schweiß rann im müde die Stirn hinunter. Was soll das, dachten sich die Schweißtropfen. Es hat doch ohnehin keinen Sinn. Er rennt und rennt. Und kommt doch nicht an. Und wir laufen und laufen. Und es hat einfach keinen Sinn.
fuck the gym.
people watch, they judge, they hate, they sweat, they cry, they wish.
don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.
Dancing in the Gym was the first song I painted to. You asked me to, so I did.
Raining sunshine in pools of light.
That’s how you made me feel.
And I can’t say it was right.
But it definately wasn’t wrong.
I love that song.
I hadn’t been to the gym in ages and it was starting to show drastically. My lackluster appearance was growing continuously dull, and the fact that I was gaining weight did nothing to improve it. For the most part I wasn’t about to give up on being physically fit, but I definitely wasn’t trying as hard.
I hated gym class, It smelled awful, the scent of sweaty boys. The overabundance of Axe. I hated how we had to do shitty exercises and awful ‘team sports’ why couldn’t we just do workouts to music? All my classmates were jocks and douches with some bitches mixed in. Damn I hated that place.
practice everything you and me my book i play football kiss
I WENT TO THE GYM IN A FIT OF RAGE TO WORK OUT MY BICEPS. I HAD BEEN JUICIN’ FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS NOW, AND I THOUGHT IT WAS TIME TO TEST OUT MY GUNS.
I LAY DOWN BENEATH THE MACHINE
MY ARMS EXPLODE.
I can’t believe I have to do gym to
gyms make me uncomfortable
like the beach
sweaty people running around flappin all over the place.
People at the gym are always in their own heads
i dont want to do this.
i really am done now.
this was a sham, its not fun at all
I have never had comfortable relationship with that word. I like to exercise but alone — usually running. The gathering and judgement element of a place where everyone exercises has never been a context that I liked.
Working out the fat,
simple exercises done,
will there be changes?
it makes you push yourself to the limits of your own personal status. it’s pushed past the line of tolerance, but you continue to persue in an attempt to prove your existence to yourself.
working out to be beautiful caring about ones body and sculpting it to be what you want it to be. hearts pounding calories burning and smiles turning. men see womon who look great to thier standards and women see the same in men beacuse they are both changing and see the beauty in cahnge
I hate gym. I’m not that athletic so it’s really no fun. I prefer sports to just plain fitness exercises. Jogging is okay too, sometimes. I’m glad I’m in college so I don’t have to take gym anymore…I think. Oh, jeez. XD
i dont want to go too much sweat too much working out, really hot people will be there working out im too fat for the gym gyms are sweaty and dirty i like to work out alone ipod is really good to have music in the gym while your are working out most gyms are pretty expensive to join and take too much information from you
i dont think the gym is for me. sometimes i want to go but the entire time im too worried other people are watching me, judging me, like the gym isnt a place for self improvement but you only belong if youre already in shape. its a catch 22.
i wanna go to the gym to get in shape but,
i wont go to the gym till im in shape.
With a gym close to my house I wonder why I don’t go. I try to bring the gym into my house via treadmill, but same results. Therefore distance doesn’t matter.
gym: I like going to it, but I hate using the machines… I prefer to practice kick boxing and box. I think it has more sense. You can free all your tensions and have a really good time. It makes you feel tire and good