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.