Gym-rat wannabe

I have finally gone back to the gym. Yes, back to pumping iron - something that I wished I never had to do again for the rest of my life but alas, I have not been blessed with a highly active temperament and a fast metabolism.

Oh well... I have to get healthy especially now that I'm getting older and older by the minute - that is my main motivation. I have finally decided that perhaps dying young (ahhh...relatively) may not be a good idea. After all, there are still a lot of books in my bookshelf that I have yet to read and still a lot of places that have yet to be explored. Fitting into my favorite clothes from 8 years ago (when I was a young gym rat), of course, would be a bonus. So, I've found my motivation... now, I just have to get used to the routine and... yes, the crazy people at the gym.

The other night, I had the most unfortunate encounter with Mr. Pant-Aloud. I was on the treadmill, ruminating when suddenly I heard some guy a few treadmills away from me gasping for air... panting so loud I thought he was having a heart attack. Apparently he's just enjoying the run... so much so he sounded at times like he was having sex (not a pleasant thought, believe me)... or a heart attack... or both... This panting aloud is interjected from time to time with a hearty "HOOO" as if he's watching a basketball game and his team just scored. Por dios por santo, why can't he just run and quietly breathe in and out like the rest of us normal people? I've worked-out in a couple of gyms before and this is the first time that I've encountered someone like this... and I really find him irritating as hell.

Oh well, at least he could be fodder for my blog... and so are the other crazy people at the gym. Hmmmm... I think this is another good motivation to go to the gym regularly.