I’ve been lazy for a month or so, but when both classes were canceled today and the weather wasn’t horribly hot, I knew I had no excuse not to go to the gym. It felt good, and, as usual, it was hilarious and weird. The music is often a bit old and sometimes utterly unsettling. As I was lifting weights (they ARE in kilos, by the way; I’m not as wimpy as I thought I was!), a song came on calling for a toast to douchebags and assholes, including such lyrics as “I sent this bitch a picture of my dick” and “24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind.” It turns out it’s a Kanye West song and I often enjoy his music, but that doesn’t change the fact that the words are supremely bizarre, unnerving, and unhelpful to hear in the middle of a workout.
When I finished, I went downstairs to check out the pool and “Steaming Rooms.” The pool’s pretty big, and I might take advantage of it at some point, but the best part was the downstairs translation of steam room: oven. There is a Gentleman’s Oven at my local gym, folks.