You will be shocked to hear that I have been reading academic studies about gym culture. One article, written by a Brit–a weedy type no doubt–discussed his experiences after joining a gym in his neighbourhood. He noted that there was a certain community spirit in the cardio area because no one could tell how hard another person was working. They were all equals engaged in the same endeavour. Holy bullshit! That guy was obviously a newbie, with little long term gym experience. Those with an extensive involvement in fitness can easily separate the wheat from the chaff. Your spinning instructor knows that you did not turn up your tension to 90 on command. The red-and-black-shirted trainers are aware that you are stepping instead of striding and are doing so on level one. And gym rats like me try hard not to roll their eyes when you carry magazines or books toward the recumbent bike. Reading and reclining are poolside activities and you, my friend, are at the gym! Continue reading →

Eye candy #1 works out at lunch time every day through the week. He has long girlish hair, a ripped upper body, and a tendency to look at himself in the mirror. Who can blame him? He is pretty hot though he might want to try gazing into a full-length mirror to see that his lower body requires as much attention as his man-sized guns. Newsflash to straight/bi guys: all the straight/bi potentially single women I know like men who have big legs and butts. The hot tamale almost lost her mind when Olympic speed skating was televised. Continue reading →