{"id":2999,"date":"2010-03-15T11:35:08","date_gmt":"2010-03-15T16:35:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=2999"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:14:48","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:14:48","slug":"no-love-for-gym","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/03\/15\/no-love-for-gym\/","title":{"rendered":"No love for Gym"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have been going to the same gym for years.\u00a0 It is our local rec center and I started back when Blake was in classes there and I was pregnant with Cole.\u00a0 Now Cole takes classes there and it is so easy to hit the gym while he is in class.<\/p>\n

This morning I went after a two week break and I just have to say that I have not missed the place at all.\u00a0 It is seriously time to re-evaluate my choice of work-out facilities.<\/p>\n

I love the fact that I have been going there forever, see people I know, everyone knows my kids… but the downside?\u00a0 it is filled with grumpy old men.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am not kidding.\u00a0 On a regular basis, some grumpy guy will say something rude to me or one of my friends.\u00a0 Everything from bumping into my friend on the track every time he went around because he thought she was too close to his lane, yelling at me when I forgot to put my initials on the board for my elliptical even though there were three others that were open, to the guy today that was running and threw up his hands in the air, gave us a dirty look and said ,”COME ON!” as we were getting off the track and stopped to say hi to a different friend (there was plenty of room for him to go around).\u00a0 Seriously I could go on and on.<\/p>\n

SO. TIRED. OF. IT<\/p>\n

Today when the guy was rude my friend (who is also Eva’s doctor) yelled, “he is ALWAYS such a jerk!”\u00a0 Only she didn’t say jerk.\u00a0 She called him something much better.<\/p>\n

I just don’t understand why people have to be rude.\u00a0 It makes me just think think they must live unhappy lives.<\/p>\n

She isn’t grumpy<\/p>\n

iPhone pics today<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a> Aunt Julie this picture is for you<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a> You didn’t mention how hard it is to have this piece of furniture with a toddler in the house<\/p>\n

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I have been going to the same gym for years.\u00a0 It is our local rec center and I started back when Blake was in classes there and I was pregnant with Cole.\u00a0 Now Cole takes classes there and it is so easy to hit the gym while he is in class. This morning I went after a two week break and I just have to say that I have not missed the place at all.\u00a0 It is seriously time to re-evaluate my choice of work-out facilities. I love the fact that I have been going there forever, see people I know, everyone knows my kids… but the downside?\u00a0 it is filled with grumpy old men.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am not kidding.\u00a0 On a regular basis, some grumpy guy will say something rude to me or one of my friends.\u00a0 Everything from bumping into my friend on the track every time he went around because he thought she was too close to his lane, yelling at me when I forgot to put my initials on the board for my elliptical even though there were three others that were open, to the guy today that was running and threw up his hands in the air, gave us a dirty look and said ,”COME ON!” as we were getting off the track and stopped to say hi to a different friend (there was plenty of room for him to go around).\u00a0 Seriously I could go on and on. SO. TIRED. OF. IT Today when the guy was rude my friend (who is also Eva’s doctor) yelled, “he is ALWAYS such a jerk!”\u00a0 Only she didn’t say jerk.\u00a0 She called him something much better. I just don’t understand why people have to be rude.\u00a0 It makes me just think think they must live unhappy lives. She isn’t grumpy iPhone pics today Aunt Julie this picture is for you You didn’t mention how hard it is to have this piece of furniture with a toddler in the house<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[807],"class_list":["post-2999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-3","tag-807"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2999","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2999"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21317,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2999\/revisions\/21317"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}