Gymuary.... Again

Ah, it's Gymuary again. The seasons just fly by until this time of year when suddenly the gym parking lot is filled with cars and the aimless individual's, in their new $200 control-top Jeggings wander down the middle of the parking lanes attempting to control the new Fitbit heartrate monitors. Inside is more of the same. A line has formed to check in behind a twenty-seven year old who feels the music on the overhead is too up-beat for her cardio time on the elliptical. Meanwhile, no one can hear the music as it is drowned out by the constant drop of plates and dumbbells as the forty-eight year old project engineer drops a 45lb plate on his foot because he was too distracted by his own refection in the mirror to re-rack correctly. 

I know they will all be gone on March 1st. That the "New Year New Me" resolutions will fade way until the next January. It's just silly how this happens every year. Even with the coming two year anniversary of our world wide pandemic, the gym is overrun with the well intentioned. And that's fine; more power to ya! I say go for it. And I hope it last beyond March 1st. But if there only a way for these new gym bunnies to know how to re-rack plates and to not pitch a camp site around a bench the may want to use in two hours time.  My ex would simply kick off the dumbbells use to save the bench (like laying towels down, poolside at a Cancun resort) and start using the bench. If the camper spoke up, the Ex would jab his finder in their space and scream about learning gym etiquette. I do that too; in my mind. But, Ohhhh the looks I give.... roasted.