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Let's Talk About The Gym: Etiquette 101

Two things I lack in life.  Motivation and self-control when it comes to fitness.

I tried working out at home to my little Jillian Michaels DVD, but it was hardly anything to get me excited about.  So about a month ago, we joined the gym for the 14th bajillionth time.  We quit the gym when we moved to glorious Johnson County because the branch close to us sucks. 

It was probably just my attitude at the time.  At my old gym I had buddies to be accountable to.  They expected me to show up to go on runs and work out, so I was more motivated to go.  The classes were amazing and kicked my butt.   But I couldn't justify the gas to drive all the way to my old gym when the closest branch now is a 2 miles jog away.  

Well, here we are, still stuck in JoCo--but I had to suck it up and start back at the gym.  New people.  No friends.  And all geriatric versions of my old classes.  

As I am finding a few classes that I can somewhat enjoy, I am still finding myself totally irritated by the lack of  gym etiquette of some peeps out here that I didn't seem to notice at my old gym.

  1. Clean off your machine.  No one wants to get on a machine that you have drenched with you nasty man (or woman) sweat.  
  2. If I am working out on a treadmill and there are 17 other open treadmills, don't get on the one right next to me.
  3. Keep your eyes on your own machine.  Stop peaking over to see how fast I am going, or how long I've been running.  If you want to race, just say so and we can take it out to the parking lot.  More than likely, you will kick my tail; but at least you weren't rude and creepy about doing so.  So stop it.  Stop looking at me and gloating.  Ya, that's right--I am panting and about to pass out 15 minutes into my run on a speed of 5 mph...say something.
  4. Don't talk on your phone or Bluetooth while you are working out.  You just appear...silly.  And no one cares to hear your conversation. 
  5. Strangers in the locker room, please stop lurking and trying to spark small talk when I am in the middle of changing clothes.  a. I am probably running late to class anyway & b.  I am not really interested in small talk chit-chat with a stranger when I am half naked.  
Now let's talk about etiquette during fitness classes.  
  1. Kickboxing is probably one of my favorite classes, except when I have to share a bag with peeps who just don't get it.  The instructor is giving you a beat to hit to for multiple reasons.  When you hit off beat--you're making things difficult for both of us.  Not only does it throw me off from the rest of the class, but the bag ends up dancing all over the room.  When you hit at the same time, the bag moves a lot less.  It really is simple physics.  But on top of being exhausted from the workout, I don't want to have to spend the entire class chasing the bag around and scooting it back to the starting place because it is getting in other peoples' way.
  2. Once again, keep your eyes on your own business.  There is nothing like being in the middle of a yoga pose when you feel like the chick next to you is staring you down.  I pick a spot a few feet in front of me on the floor and stare at it.  And when the instructor keeps saying, "There's is no comparing in Yoga, we are all on our own personal journey..blah, blah blah.."  She's talking to you sister.  Get the hint.  

Well I am done with my grumbling.  I need to hit the showers while the kid is still napping.  

Namaste Duchess....

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