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The Age-Old Weight Loss Compliment
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The Problem
Like any usual Monday for me, it’s leg day at the gym. I’ll start off with some light cardio and a few warm up stretches before diving into my grueling lower body workout.
It’s been like that for awhile, probably about three years. I love to strength train and push my body. I love seeing the benefits that come from training, specifically the functionality it provides in my day-to-day activities.
I don’t consider myself a bodybuilder or bikini competitor or power lifter. I’m simply in this iron-filled, sweaty room because I like it.
Unfortunately, what comes along with most gyms are the clientele: the cardio bunnies, the spin enthusiasts, the massively muscular men, the average joes, and even the elderly. For someone like me who ideally would like the gym to myself, it is a tiny bit unfortunate.
I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with the people in those categories, in fact, I quite admire them. I wish I could jump on a Peloton and not feel like my legs are submerged in the fiery realms of hell or lift 300 pounds while simultaneously balancing on a balance beam (wouldn’t that be a site to see). No, it’s mostly the fact that I enjoy working out alone, whether it’s in the farthest corner at the gym or in the…
