Gyming.

The gym.

Everyone dreads going but we do it, I wake up and really battle myself thinking, do I HAVE to go?  But then if I do, I feel great and I do best in my weeks that have a routine. 

If you go to the gym in Hollywood, right down the way from the hand-prints in front of Chinese Grauman's and you walk outside you immediately see these things: The 'Stars' on the sidewalk, a homeless individual, or 12 of them, someone dressed in a knock-off Batman suit ready to start their day of being "famous", a bus emptying out tourists, and then those that just live there and are walking to get coffee, like me.

LA Fitness in Hollywood houses SEVERAL beautiful men, I work out with one of them in fact, lucky me. However, the majority of them are, well, let's just say not interested in what I have to offer them, gender wise.  It's good for my friend, bad for me.  But it doesn't hurt for me to gaze...which I do, and sometimes I have to realize that they can see me, staring.  Meh.  But the main point of this post is: can we please talk about the several different types of people that work out... 

I go at 6:45AM, so I know my crowd, most likely has a normal 9-5 job, vs. the afternoon crowd, which I am certain is people who are "actors" meaning, unemployed and waiting for that call-back on an AT&T commercial they auditioned for.  So that gives me a little peace of mind that this crowd would be somewhat, how do you say it, "normal"?  

Let's begin: The "talks-to-every-one-and-then-pumps-himself-up-to-lift-something-way-too-heavy-guy."  If my friend reads this post, he will roll his eyes and know EXACTLY who I am referring.  This guy hangs out, he goes around and has conversations with everyone about who knows what!? Then he proceeds to lift a much too heavy for his tiny body weight and screams, grunts, and shouts, "get it up get it up, you can do it, come on!" and lifts once and then rejoices as it slams back to the ground.  I can't even with this guy, I can't.  He's tinier then I am, granted I am not little, but he is, so tiny, he could be squashed.

There's the "I-wear-no-underwear-so-every-one-can-see-my-junk-and-I-sweat-on-every-thing-I-sit-on-directly-so-the-next-person-gets-my-sweat-guy."  Doesn't need much of an explanation... he parades around in grey, slinky material sweat pants and you just know, there is nothing holding every thing in place.  Don't guys need that!? I do for my boobs. So they should for their...stuff.

Then we have the "glued-to-my-phone-having-so-many-conversations-before-7-am-guy" all I need to say about this guy, is I am not sure I ever actually see him do anything but be on his phone.  He sits on the bench on his phone, the entire time, texting.  I have tried to see what he's doing, yes I am that snoopy girl.  But can't you be off of your phone for 60-75 minutes for a decent work out?  I mean...

One of my favorites, the "silent-sexy-sticks-to-his-routine-gorgeous-did-I-mention-hott-guy", definitely not on my team but I am in love with him.  Always wears a hat and it looks so good on him, always sticks to his routine and to himself, does his thing and heads on out of there.  If I see him I consider it a good day at the gym, when I don't see him, it's a bummer.

Onto another favorite, who I am dying for my friend to date, the "friendly-beautiful-outgoing-AUSTRALIAN-who-I-am-sure-everyone-loves-guy", he walks around with a smile on his face and you can hear his wonderful, lovely accent when he says "g'day mate," people are attracted, men and women alike, even straight men.  He's contagious and you want to have a gym day with him in your sights.

Every single gym has one of these, the "I-have-to-work-out-in-front-of-the-mirror-so-I-can-watch-myself-the-ENTIRE-time." I mean...he literally stands there and stares at himself, turning from side to side, flexing, making stupid-ass facial expressions.  That's all.

Only women will understand, but don't even get me started on the locker rooms...

That will  need to be a whole other post.

Just a little insight into the entertainment provided if one works out at the gym, the one in Hollywood in particular.

Thanks! ;)