Herds

It's that time of year again.
When all the "New Years Resolution" people clog up my gym.
Fucking hell.
It lasted through February last year. I'm hoping one upside to the financial downturn (which I'm getting fucking tired of hearing about!) will be that it thins out sooner.

Tuesday was the first time I've seen all fifteen Step Mills (formerly known as the Gauntlet) all taken.
You can tell the Newbies pretty easy.
The chics have brand new matching outfits with cute socks and cute shoes and they get on a treadmill and walk two miles an hour while reading Style Magazine. One thing they will not be doing is sweating.
The new guys don't have a towel, don't have a lock (so they have to buy one and be shown how to use one while you are waiting just to check in and get parking validated.) They usually wear jeans or some shit like that and go straight to the free weights where they do some crazy looking routine with too much weight really fast. Newbs also check their progress frequently by flexing some invisible muscle in the mirror.

Fortunately, this phenomenon does not affect the spinning classes (which I have recently taken up) so I have taken refuge in there.

I'm planning on writing my Senators to get them to sponsor a bill designating certain gyms for this particular group of people. They can only progress to the real gym if they stick to it through April.
Contact me if you would like to be included on the bill.