Ugh, Gyms...

This article [timesonline.co.uk] about gym rage brought back all kinds of memories that I have about going to the gym. I used to be a gym nut -- I was in the gym all of the time, running on treadmills, lifting weights, going to spinning classes, you name it...

I particularly loved going to spinning classes. There was one class I used to go to where the workout was so intense that I needed 2 water bottles to get through it each week. I pitied the n3wbs who found their way to that class, because it there is no way that any normal person could have survived through it.

As a result, people found all kinds of creative ways to catch their breath without looking like they were slacking off. There was one guy who faked like he was receiving a call on his cell phone so that he could step outside of the room for a second and catch his breath (and avoid having a heart attack, probably) before rejoining.

Others would turn down their resistance and pretend like they were pedaling really hard. Although that particular instructor would walk around and read everyone's heart rate monitors (looking for slackers) and turn up the resistance on people whose heart rates were too low...