The (Jungle) Gym
Normally, the meat heads own this territory. They roam the gym with their big muscles and cut up shirts, making it an intimidating and claustrophobic atmosphere to work out in. A warning was given to me on the very first day of my membership: this is one of those gyms. Steroid men. Plastic women. Luckily, I've found a window of time that's actually quite peaceful and open for whatever workout I could imagine without timidity. I just have to wait until mid-afternoon to have this opportunity - when everyone else is outside enjoying the sunshine. For now, it's worth it to me. I enjoy working out with little interruption, much how I remember at WSU, when everything was done efficiently and intentionally. A huge facility was a plus too, which I now realize I took for granted. It's been quite the challenge adjusting from a 6-day planned workout schedule and routine with a personal trainer and nutritionist available to me at my fingertips, to training by myself without a strictly planned routine in a small gym. College athletes are truly spoiled when it comes to a workout regimen, but I'm adapting the best I can. For now, I use what I've learned in the past 5 years of collegiate training and I'm making it work, although I'm sincerely contemplating P-90X for some form of iron-fisted craziness. Plus, I wouldn't have to deal with the constant influx of muscly men who don't know what a wedding ring is.
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