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I Want to Join a Gym of All Women
It’s not why you think.
The gym.
It represents so many things for so many people. For me, it’s a mental release as much as a physical one. A place where my thoughts can decompress while lifting weights. Where I can skip out on the problems of the world while pedaling a stationary bike.
It’s the kind of place I go to, for my own sanity. But there can always be improvements.
I could find a gym of all women.
No Talking!
There are some who turn the gym into a social event. While they gab away, I watch and assume it must be mouth day. Tomorrow will be for legs.
I don’t talk. To be honest I hate talking at the gym. It messes up my physical flow. It shatters my mental state. So I won’t talk if I can help it.
I don’t approach people. Beyond asking if someone is using something, I won’t utter a sentence, a word, a salutation.
Leave me be and I’ll do the same for you.
And yet it’s men, always men, who want to have a conversation. To chit-chat. I’m surprised some don’t wander with a Thermos of coffee to offer a cup while conversing.
Old guys at the gym love to talk. Love it. Maybe it’s because they don’t want to go home…
