It has come to my attention that the gym locker room exists in a universe of its own. The "rules” and social norms that exists outside of the tiled walls do not apply in said space. Instead the locker room defies common sense, courtesy, and civil expectations, for a culture of shocking practices. I have invested a large amount of time in the locker room, not out of choice but rather out of obligation, and in doing so, I have noticed a common thread: weirdness. While what is considered ...
The Gym Transition
It’s not pretty. But then again, I don’t make any time to give a damn because of course, time is of the essence. Wet and reeking of chemicals, I heave myself out. Some days it’s clear and welcoming, other days the thick murkiness makes me question why I insisted on deeming it still healthy. In this case, I blame my naivety and pretend that water-laden diseases will just make you stronger. It’s time for battle, white blood cells. Squeak. Squeak. Squeeeeak. Squeak. Apparently ...