The Grand Opening

First Post...Ugh. Firstly, what the hell do I say. Secondly, what the hell am I going to write about. Only God knows why I decided to start a blog, but here I am...writing away. Part of the reason is that I am an insanely slow writer. Not to say that I talk slow or that I think slow (it's actually quite the opposite), but when it comes to writing, it just takes forever to get things going. Hopefully this blogging thing will help. Since I have nothing to write about, I'll start with something that has been (as Peter Griffith puts it) "Grinding My Gears" for quite some time. Who knows maybe this will become some sort of a "What Grinds My Gears Gripe of the (insert-arbitrary-time-period-here)".

I have been telling myself that I would start a blog for a while now and that this would be the first thing I wrote about. Well to lay the foundation a bit...I work at a gym and have for quite some time now. I am no Lance Armstrong myself, but I would say that I am fitter than 90% of the (American) population. I exercise regularly but I don't always eat as healthily as I could. I have abnormally high cholesterol for someone my age and weight (genetics...sigh) but that's neither here nor there. So, anywa...to the story.

I am a senior (super-senior as some affectionately know it) at Georgia Tech. So, the gym that I work at is, as you guessed it, the Georgia Tech gym. So, during the day, we get a lot of faculty and staff members coming in to use the gym on their breaks and what not. Well a particular person, who would remain nameless even if I knew the name, comes in to the gym everyday around noon. Said person is more than overweight, in fact I would venture to quite obese. If anyone were reading this they would say, "Great! Good for You! I'm glad you decided to take hold of your life." But uh-uh. Said person's lunch hour is spent in the gym cafe, eating perpetually unhealthy foods, watching soap operas, and chatting up gym staff. I know the phrase has manifested itself in many a form and for many a reason, but I'll say it here just for kicks: That's what's wrong with America.

Firstly, why make the trip to the gym at all. Secondly, Oh my God. Thirdly, we happen to have TVs in all of our exercise equipment, so a modest 20 minute workout would leave a hefty 40 minutes for lunch and chatting without missing nary a minute of precious soaps.

Whew. Glad to be rid of that. I actually hated doing that, but I had to get it off my chest. Bye for now.