I’m not saying that all men get a kick out of flexing their sweaty biceps in front of a mirror after dramatically throwing down something very heavy but… okay, that’s exactly what I’m saying.
2. Do we say hi?
I start seeing a trainer once a week. He’s hot, from Ohio, and likes to eat lettuce wraps from PF Chang’s. I like him and I think we have fun productive sessions together, but I still have no idea what the hell is going on. I do weightlifting, I think? I do cardio, I think? I drink four margaritas and eat guacamole and chips after a workout? Yes, that I know.
3. Stay up to date on the latest in LGBTQ news.
Get to class after the best bikes are taken. Resign yourself to sit between the Heavy Sweater and the Noisy Grunter. If the only available bike is next to the Peppy Chatter, abort the mission altogether.
Beware of gyms that have huge street-facing windows too, because people will walk past and catch your ‘forcing a bowel movement face’.
Take your sterling silver chain off, Brad. Nobody at the gym cares that you can drop $30 on a chest piece.
I work at a high end luxury gym in NYC.
You might not think about it, or even remember what you said or did five minutes later, but we do. We carry it on our backs throughout the rest of our run or routine, our steps become heavier and our eyesight glazed.
The last thing you need in the middle of a run is a dull song to bring the energy down.