More Changes

I quit smoking and joined a gym. Though, I assure you, I have not cut back on my lager intake.

This whole gym thing is pretty new to me. I've never had a gym membership. In Richmond, I had a weight bench and thus I could work out in solitude. Now I'm lifting in a crowded gym full of amateur athletes. It's not that I think they're judging me. I'm just worried I'm going to get in the way. Like somehow I'm breaking the unwritten rules of the gym rats.

Here are the rules I've learned so far:

1. Always wipe your nasty sweat off the equipment when you're done (No, I did not make this mistake).
2. When a guy wants to chit-chat in the locker room for a little too long, just move on.
3. When a huge behemoth of a man grunts and makes angry looking faces while he's lifting, he's not necessarily mad at you.
4. When someone's waiting to use an occupied piece of equipment, don't swoop in and take their place when they're not looking.
5. On the treadmills or stationary bikes, don't look over at someone else's pace, calories burned, etc. It's not that they'll mind so much, but it'll make you feel like a lazy bastard when you're nowhere near their level.

That's all for now.