Woo hoo, two months at my new gym! I like it. It’s clean, easy and at the time I go, not at all crowded.
There are some things that I don’t understand. Mostly things the young twenty-somethings do.
The young guys wear a hoodie with the hood up. It’s not cold. They are soaked with sweat yet they keep the hood up. There must be a reason but I’m not getting it.
The young women do not do that. In fact it’s the opposite. They wear those sort of skimpy exercise bra-tops with nothing on the arms.
The young folks walk around with a gym bag. There is a row of equipment that is specifically targeted for muscle groups. I do it like a circuit, hopping from one to the next. They will cart a bag with them. On wheels. Like at an airport.
The bag has a bottle of water (which they drink from every two minutes) and a towel. Seems like a bother to me. I drink water before I leave and have a nice big Starbucks afterward. Then again, I don’t work near as hard as they do, nor do I sweat in a hoodie. The folks running for an hour on the treadmill don’t stop to drink so I’m not sure what the drinking protocol is.
There is the towel. I got a towel as a sign-up gift. I’ve never used it. It stays in my car (in case of cat barf on the way to the vet). There is an old guy who walks around with one draped around his neck. I’ve never seen him use it. Maybe it’s sopping up neck sweat.
The young ones wipe down equipment before and after they use it. That I understand as they have those hot hoodies on and the sweat runs down their back.
The majority of the middle-aged folks (and I include myself in that group) don’t use one. I’m not a “sweater” nor do I exercise hard. The room is very comfortable. High ceilings with fans keep it temperate. It’s normal room temperature. Perhaps I’m inconsiderate although the equipment is not wet when I get off. No one has given me a stink eye about it but there are only ten of us in a very large gym.
Four women moved to this gym after the last one closed. One confided that she’s struggling. She’s 87 and is the one who was doing 30 pounds of resistance while I was still at 15. She’s the one who made me step up my game because I felt like a wuss. She’s my inspiration.
She’s having shoulder and arm discomfort. I suggested cutting back to 15 pounds but she said it wasn’t that. Perhaps she’s looking for a reason to quit.
When you’re 87, you don’t need much of a reason. She can walk at our local mall and get exercise. I will miss her.
One thing I have learned is that friendship at a gym is very transient. No attachments. Just a friendly nod and get on with the workout. Then off to Starbucks!
If any of you exercisers can tell me why someone would wear a hoodie with the hood up while exercising inside, please share.