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As I walk into into the gym nervousness is rushing through me like a bullet. Out of the corner of my eye I spot my besties. “Hey besties, I didn’t know you were coming!” I exclaim. “Why wouldn’t we come?” They reply. “I don’t know, I just thought you guys weren’t into this type of stuff.” I say. “ We aren’t we just know that you are so fun and crazy, you would make the night fun.” they say as I blush a little.” “Thanks, you guys are the best.” We all say as we have a group hug. Out of the corner of my eye I see my crush dancing like on of those inflatables that squirm around in front of car dealerships. “Omg, he’s here!” I yell. They roll their eyes at me. My friends and I love snacks, so we couldn’t wait to check out the snack
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Its 7 o clock PM, prime time at the gym. I walk through the packed gym doors. Scrambling around, grabbing stations as fast as possible, I get in the zone, nothing around me matters. To get out of my zone is a difficult task but certain guys manage to do just that. I have given these men special titles the screamer, the instructor, the confused, and Mr. Bi-bench.
The gym is a place where a typical American college student goes to work out their bodies. Based on the fact that I personally could be considered a gym rat, a stereotypical name for someone who spends a lot of time in the work out area. This is partially by choice being on the swim team requires the strength training equipment that is available to our disposal in the gym. While I have been to the gym many times I haven’t really taken the time to take in the other people around me. Within this ethnographic exercise I will explore the college gym norms within Roger Williams University.
Over the last 8 years I have been in the positions to learn many different skills and ways of approaching various situations. My interest in as an Exercise Physiologist intern with Henry Ford Health Systems I assisted in cardiac rehabilitation and exercise stress testing in addition to providing patients' education for proper physical activity and event lifestyle modification as a weight management consultant. Since finishing the internship I have been a practicing personal trainer since 2007 working with many types of clients from the everyday working mother keeping in shape to the athlete trying to reach the next level of competition. Recently, I finished a summer internship with the Central Michigan University Strength and Conditioning Department.
Wolfshiem laughed, "Oh you guys, I'm really proud of you, I'll take you to get
“And what if I am, Winchester? It’s not like there’s much to do in that crappy motel room, right now” you retorted.
Have you ever been looking forward to hitting the gym only to find that your confidence begins to circle the drain as soon as you start your warm-up? Well, you are not alone in what is now known as gymtimidation. This newly coined phrase is being used to describe the confidence crash that many gym-goers experience every time that they work out in a public gym. For men, the confidence crash comes once they find themselves lifting weights next to a body-builder wannabe. Women may dread the prospect of appearing out of shape or of looking clueless around the weights and other equipment. Regardless of the reason, giving into gymtimidation only means that the road to personal fitness goals will be bumpy and difficult. So, how do you combat this? How do you make yourself comfortable in an environment that should facilitate a positive experience? The answer is simple: join a gym where fellow gym-goers work together to reach their individual goals and where the trained professionals are more than happy to come along for the ride; join Brick Bodies of Baltimore.
It was finally time to head to gym class in the afternoon where we were instructed to take part of a physical test. This test would determine how fit or unfit we are based on a system that was implemented by those with greater authority. It was established that it was on such a scale us high school students should be judged by. So it was that afternoon that I performed the tasks that were instructed on to me and my peers. Unfortunately, I was not able to complete these physical task to my greatest potential. It was on this day that I was mocked by one my peers of my lack of ability to preform the instructed physical tasks. Getting teased had a tremendous impact on me emotionally. So it was on that day I
When I entered the gym, I noticed the sullen expressions on my teammate’s faces. My heart sank when I realized it could be the last time I ever saw them. They ran up and embraced me, nearly knocking me off my feet. Tori, who I had known for at least five years, seemed shocked by my departure.
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Once upon a time, I qualified for the Tae Kwon Do State Championships, to go to the Tae Kwon Do Junior Olympics in Orlando, Florida. It was my second year at the Jr. Olympics, and I was competing in two events. Sparring and forms. Forms has always been my favorite, partly because I was pretty good at doing them. Sparring was okay. I guess.
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I used to go to the gym on a regular basis; then, due to our finances, my mother cancelled our family membership. Giving up on working out was not an option because I had been exercising my whole life. In frustration, I went out to my backyard. I tried thinking about where else I could go to continue training my body, and after seeing a variety of items lying around everywhere, I realized that I did not need to go anywhere. Everything I needed was right in front of me. I quickly transformed my backyard into my gym. Cinder Blocks and buckets of water functioned as dumbbells. Old heavy logs that were sitting and collecting dust became bars to bench press with. In place of a treadmill, I used a long strip of grass that ran across the side of the vicinity to do sprints. I made heavy workout rope out of a hose that I filled with sand. After converting many other ordinary objects into exercising equipment, it became clear to me that there is no machine or gear in the gym that I cannot recreate in my backyard.
After exchanging smiles and hugs, I step back and fill to the brim with amazement at
The gym where I train and workout, the Dubuque Martial Arts Group, is a place where I know who I am. It is a place I can go to escape my problems for a while and release some stress. It's not the actual physical building, but rather the events that have occurred there over the years. It's where I have formed some of my closest friendships. It is the place I have invested years of hard work for many of my accomplishments. To some it may seem odd that a place associated with sweat, blood and physical pain mean so much to someone. However, in my eyes it's almost like a second home.