Some people really like going to the gym. I am not one of them. But I do recognize that if I don’t go to the gym on a very regular basis, I am going to plump back up. And as much as I would like to eat pizza every night while sitting on the couch drinking beer, a healthy lifestyle is better suited for me as far as my health is concerned.

But just about everything in my gym annoys me. From the time I walk in the door and they start waving the barcode scanner at me which I assume is hooked to some kind of time & attendance software, to the overly bleached smell of the tiny little hand towels they have. And then there are the gym rats.

You all have seen the clowns I’m talking about. Like the guy lugging around the gallon of water. Really, you need a whole gallon? Or how about that grunting guy who is really just trying to say “look at me?” One of my favorites is the moron who bangs his weights together; I have nicknamed him “Clink.” And then there is the guy who sings along with his MP3 player. Yet I continue to go and suffer through my regimen. In fact, I should probably go now.

Technorati Tags: barcode scanner, gym, time & attendance software