I've let my fitness slip the last couple of months, so I've been picking up the pace to get ready for early-spring rides. Reno weather normally allows outdoor exercise most of the time, but it was wet in late December, so I hit the gym a few times (we have a decent one at work), planning to move outside as often as I could.
I've been a cyclist for more than 20 years, and was a serious runner for a decade before that, but I've always regarded the gym as someplace you go when the snow's too deep for "real" exercise, so you can be fit enough for what you REALLY do.
At some point, though, the world has been taken over by people who don't do anything BUT work out in the gym. One recent noon, with the weather in the mid-50s and sunny, I did a hard 20-mile bike ride instead of plodding out an hour on the lame-@ss exercise bike upstairs. Next day it snowed, so I went up to use the Nautilus for awhile. I got a ration of cr@p, first, from gym rats who accused me of skipping a workout, and then a ration of disbelief from people who couldn't believe I'd actually ride a bicycle when it wasn't 75 degrees outside. When I said I was only using the gym when I couldn't get out, they just didn't get it. The Gym is what they DO--there's no reward at the end of the tedium, no ride through the wildflowers coming up in April.
Am I the last holdout, or have we become a nation of robots?