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Gym’s In January

I love going to the gym.  I know to some it is more like a torture chamber, but the gym is my buddy.  I pay the big bucks each month because my gym in particular is clean and scent free, the people are nice, and there are televisions on many of the individual cardio machines.  There are so many things to do, I am sometimes at a loss in deciding which activity I should commit to.  I am not easily bored during my workout, and if a particular muscle group is being whiny I can always figure out a way to let it rest while working something else.  Fall and winter are particularly glorious times of the year, because everyone slips slowly into holiday mayhem and throw their diets to the wind. In January, however, everything changes due to the cursed New Years Resolutioners, for they crowd the gym in a way that displeases me greatly.  These non committal folks make the gym a downright cattle call, hogging machines they don’t know how to use and crowding group classes to the point of immense discomfort.  I wish them all well in their hopes of shedding their extra pounds and turning their life around, but sometimes I wish they had a unique section labeled “People who will be gone by March” that kept “them” from “us.”