I Am a Gym Whore

I am a gym whore. I put out to work out!

During the last decade and more, I’ve gone from gym to gym, scoping out a great workout, efficient equipment, clean facilities, classes taught by dancers and athletes, and a few deep friendships with women and men. Being a relationship expert, I believe in commitment. I want to establish one faithful partnership with one good gym. So I put out—money, time, and trust. So far, my needs have not been answered in a big way. I’ve found gyms that quickly deteriorate, and people who act out their aggressions and insecurities in a state of near nakedness. I’ve met Charlie the Cheater, Rocky the Robot, Sara from Silicone, Michelle the Model, Playboy Pete, and many more, with fascinating tales to tell. Of course, I acknowledge that I am in the nucleus of all these experiences. I am the one attracting them! And I have unabashedly ceased to question why.

These are our stories. And, like it or not, we are a microcosm of the people who comprise the universe. Yes, I am a gym whore! But if I were not, I would miss out on all these rich interactions, and there is something compelling about them. I suspect it’s because there’s a piece of me in every single experience I have and person I meet.

Please join me on my journey, and help me probe what all this means . . .