As the new and improved Jeremy waited for the snow to end, and made his way to the gym Saturday morning there was a few problems that were going to need to be met head on, or nothing was going to be accomplished. Third person aside, I was going to have to go into the gym during a time when it was a lot more crowded, and a lot less forgiving of my quirks. Although I am not a “grunter” I am a “huff and puffer” which means between sets I have a habit of walking back and forth with my hands on my hips breathing heavy. It is the cost I endure by holding in the grunts I can imagine.
My wife doesn’t understand why I have to dress differently,
and keep my head low, when I go to the gym after 7 am. It’s a problem that I
have had with PlanNOT Fitness for the last decade or so. My first Planet Fitness
number was 3 digits. I was one of the originals when it was in the basement of
the mills in Dover. I was in the Portsmouth location over where the Toyota
dealership is now, the very first week it was open. I mean I have some street
cred here, and I have been through all of the transformations. When I moved to
Malta NY there was no Planet Fitness, so I gave up my membership, but was back
again when I moved back.
The “pick things up and put them down” attitude came along
when they realized that they could make more money selling resolutioners a
yearly membership for 99$ and then of course 99% of them don’t go past January.
Part of this attitude is making sure that anyone that would scare away the new
people who keep the gym profitable have to be quelled. I used to wear jeans
shorts (over 10 years that’s all I ever wore) until a new manager came along
and told me I couldn’t. Went as far as to ask me to leave, and yes I was
furious. I got over this, but later on down the road another new manager
decided that the tank top I wore was too intimidating, recently it was my
compression top. It’s completely uncalled for, but facts are facts, if I could
afford another gym I wouldn’t put up with it.
Of course with the manager of the month club comes the
attitudes I have described previous. The lack of a good cleaning crew, the
unsanitary bathrooms, but always is the fact that if I go in there during
normal hours I am worried about what next? Then of course there are the people
who don’t know you, assume you are a new person and they need to keep you in
line. This doesn’t help when you are already very claustrophobic, and just hate
being in crowds. Of course despite what sounds like a long line of bitching, I
am reasonable and I understand that I have the choice to be a raging jerk about
it or keep my head low and get back to my normal times. The latter is actually
the more adult of the two.
Of course the most humbling of all of the situations that
comes along during those times I am out of my element (and this is the third
time it has happened to me) is that total asshole that used to beat me up in
school always shows up when I am out of my element like this. This is the one
person who gets “total asshole” status, because unlike all of the others that I
have made peace with, or run into and we act like old friends (men do that
ladies) this is the one that is still twice my size, still a total douchebag to
everyone, and just to prove that God isn’t always fair, still has all of his
hair. While I walk around worried about being singled out by management for removal
of “judgment free status” this asshole is still boisterous, rude, and overall
devoid of any courtesy towards anyone. His antics are also ignored. Thank God,
I am a Christian because at least I know he qualifies for Hell someday.
I am happy to announce that I made it out of there with a
good workout behind me, and I didn’t have to get my ass kicked. I didn’t have
to make a scene, I didn’t have to rock the boat. I actually had a very good
day, since I went to see my father and he is doing good, went to Walmart to
pick up supplements, and got home to be reminded that I would go to Macys with
my peanut. That went really well too as we had a nice lunch (where I
embarrassed her because I talk to loud in the food court, but there are parts
of me that still think I own that mall) followed by some yummy frozen yogurt at
Peachwave. I like me too much today to let any day go all bad, or even partially
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Who the Heck are You
This Is Me
I have been bouncing around online for just about 20 years, so I have been there and have done that. It doesn't mean I didn't like it and wouldn't do it again. As most humans, I am a social animal. To be a social animal on the internet it is social media that binds us all together. I prefer Google + and Twitter but have pages on the other ones that I ignore, so you probably should too.
I blog a lot. If you don't like people that blog a lot then I don't know how you got here to begin with. You may want to just move along.
Contrary to popular opinion I hate politics, but have political opinions ..
The easiest way to get under my skin is to apply the "all you talk about is politics" tag. This is a common knee jerk reaction some have when they see something political, and unfortunately I don't hold back sometimes. As a matter of fact, I share more about health, fitness and blogging than politics, which you would know if you weren't busy dismissing me. I actually follow and interact with more people that disagree with me than agree with me politically. The list of "other than politics" seems to be growing everyday and it probably looks a lot like this:
- Blogging (I am a blogger and I blog a lot. Get used to it.)
- Health & Fitness (Avid bodybuilder and diet guru)
- Photography (If I don't know your language now you know why I follow you)
- Android (I love Android, and wouldn't wipe my rear end with an iPhone)
- Humor (If you are funny, I am going to like you)
- Sports (Patriots and Red Sox mostly)
- Music (You'd be surprised how diverse I get here)
- Quotes (I love quotes from historical and hysterical figures)