I still hate that gym with a passion. Hate the music, don't like the posers, or the young people that give you that cold fish look like asking 'why are you not dead yet', or the old people with that vacant look like they are pretty much dead yet. But then I have to remind myself that I probably have cast the same sort of cold fish glance at people and probably do look to some of those young people like I ought to be dead by now (like that snatch of conversation overheard as I was leaving the flavhaus yesterday, young couple, woman going on "... because some fucking sixty year old is there and think they deserve it..."). Hm. I reckon I've been on both sides of the fence on that one -and back again. Whatever.
In any case, I may hate the gym but I can see it's good for me so I keep going. It's more complex to explain why I don't go to the swimming pool as often as I would like to. That may go into another conversation.