So this girl comes up to me today at this random gym I decided to work out at for the day with the kind greeting of “You fucked my boyfriend!” Bewildered, surprised and at a loss of words, the only thing I could mumble out was... “Ummm...... ok”. I decided to further investigate the issue before simply saying “Oops, he wasn’t labeled”...

I love gyms. I love the atmosphere, the people, the weights, that feeling you get when you just completed a great workout. But I also hate gyms. The pesky trainers, the guy that likes using my favorite treadmill, the people that just get in the way of your workout running smoothly and of course the membership sales people, the money-hungry big-gyms and the whole “closing early on sunday” thing.... ah... that’s what I will bitch about today [please note that most of this post was written on my iPhone while waiting for a sales person].