… Have you ever wanted to feel totally self conscious and miserable about your appearance? Join a gym. Nothing will make you feel frumpier than huffing and jiggling on a treadmill wearing paint stained sweat paints and a tattered t-shirt surrounded by bronzed and chiseled hard bodies.
In fact I felt so miserable the only thing that would console me was a box of doughnuts.
And what’s the deal with the wall to wall mirrors… like I really need to watch myself huff and jiggle red faced on a treadmill. And who is the architectural genius behind the completely windowed front of the building? Is that so people walking by can look at the pasty mess sweating on the stationary bike. My perfect gym is a windowless basement with dim lighting and no mirrors.