I used to think I had it figured out. Sometimes I still do.

Everybody at the gym is really, actually, depressed.
...or egocentric.

They walk around checking themselves out in mirrors. Either assuring themselves of their wondrous body image or mentally trashing the hell out of themselves. In either case, probably egocentric.

For me it was kind of like a masochistic relief valve. Pain, sweat, pain, sweat...damn it felt good, and no, I am not into S&M.

I walked around the gym, and I still do, throwing myself into mechanical emptiness. There is a sterility that exists there...and I dive right into it. I get cranky when I don't go...I feel out of sync, edgy...

Good thing I went today, huh?