Every gym has its own culture, and I’m pretty glad the place I joined isn’t full of meatheads at all. It wasn’t crowded at all but even where there was a small cluster around a few particular machines everyone was courteous enough to offer turns and what not. Joining here appears to be one of the better decisions I made for myself so far.

One of my favorite parts is the actual drive to the gym itself. It’s one mile of neighborhood driving and eight miles of highway. Three stoplights total. And unlike so many out there who find the back and forth commute to be one of the bigger chores of life, my five minute drive to work sometimes isn’t enough to satisfy a certain need. I get my speed on the way to the gym and back.

So that’s pretty much how life is going to look like for a while. Work, rest, gym, sleep, wash, rinse, repeat, with a few occasional social events here and there, of course.