I hate the gym. Not because I’m a germophob. Not because I dislike exercise. The gym smells of sweat & desperation. Gross & grosser.
I prefer to do classes over using the equipment there. I think it has something to do with my being slightly hyper-active and my A.D.D. I take 2 classes at the gym: Kwando & Zumba.
Kwando is basically Tae Bo. I assume they don’t call it that because of copyright infringement, or perhaps the mental image it conjures of a greased up muscular dude in an inappropriate unitard. That just makes people uncomfortable. Again, gross, but that is neither here nor there. It is a pretty fun class.
Zumba. I tried it a couple of times with a friend, then got hooked. Zumba is what Jazzercize was in the 80’s. It’s an aerobic dance fad heralded by middle-age women everywhere. It’s basically a mix of Salsa & Hip Hop. It’s really fun, especially with friends.
The worst part of the gym is that occasional glimpse of myself in the mirror during the classes. I had a moment last night where I saw my reflection and thought “You. I will defeat you.” I really am my own worst enemy. That smell of sweat and desperation? I think that’s just me. Sweaty from working hard, desperate to get it over with.