punkwalrus (punkwalrus) wrote,
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Let me tell you how much I still hate gym

A friend of mine, whom shall remain nameless if only because she didn't give me permission to tell people she's seeing a personal trainer, is seeing a personal trainer to get healthy. Now, I approve of this. This is a great idea, and I am glad things have happened so she can afford one. She's sore now, but after time, I know she'll being doing well and be able to twist open jars I considered nigh impossible. And I say this with no sarcasm.

But the sad thing is, when she tells me about her trainer? I get angry. Not AT her, no. I don't hate her trainer, either; he sounds nice and knows what he's doing. But when my friend tells me what she has to go through... I get so angry. I can feel my blood boil, and I just want to punch the hell out of something. I want to scream NO!!! and run away or punch holes in walls.

I don't handle anger very well.

I don't want my friend to stop telling me about her trainer; I am just ashamed I am still burning with hatred for gym. What the hell is wrong with me? It's been over 20 years since I had to don a stupid gym suit, wear a jock strap, and be bullied by other kids in the shower. Can't I let it go already?

Gym to me is what churches are to Damien. Damn, that's annoying.

Logically and rationally, I want to exercise. Emotionally? Gyms and those bullies that fucked with my head can all go rot in hell.
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