I like working out (well, I like the results; sometimes the actual sweating is tedious), but I've never enjoyed gyms. It started when i was a runner, back when my knees worked. Beautiful spring day, 70 degrees, light breeze, and it seemed like half the people I knew would go do an hour on the treadmill instead of running outdoors.
That was 30 years ago, and it's worse now. EVERYBODY'S got a gym membership. Except for cyclists, I hardly know anyone who exercises outdoors. We had a run of 65-degree days recently (30 warmer than average) and I asked a guy I work with, an occasional cyclist, if he wanted to go for a ride.
"No, got to go to the gym," he said. So he did 45 minutes on the Stairmaster. Boy, THERE'S a good time...
I hate the atmosphere, which around here is either macho-competitive or hyper-social (my wife laughs at women putting on makeup and doing their hair before they go in to work out). I hate the damn juice bar in the lobby; get a nice pomegranate/lime/acai berry smoothie for only $7.50. I hate it that three months after I canceled my trial membership, they're still billing my credit card, and whenI complain about it, they say, "Sorry--tell you what: We'll give you a month free."
I don't want a month free, and it's not free anyway because you already took the money out of my credit card.
"But we'll upgrade you to a Gold Membership, and you can use the sauna and get a free locker."
That's all. I just hate gyms.