Today’s strength workout at the craptastic gym was bittersweet. Our much-maligned — but also beloved — craptastic gym is moving to a new location. A shiny, new, large, airy location. Today, we bid adieu to the gnarly astroturf floor, questionable air conditioning, creepy bathroom (with one dim, bare lightbulb dangling from the ceiling), and painfully bad music on the stereo system.
I’m not sure that my Story in Photos about the craptastic gym accurately captured just how craptastic is it. But here’s the thing: I kinda secretly liked how crappy it is. The craptasticness ensured that the people who worked out there were either:
(a) pretty serious about their workouts, because who else would put up with perpetually-busted cardio machines except people like me who are only there for the extensive barbells-and-plates collection; or
(b) completely weird and maybe trapped in a time warp, like the 60-something lady with the bleach-blonde perm who wears pink spandex and uses the hip abductor machine while also doing biceps curls with 1-pound dumbbells.
Anyway, I’m sure the new location will be just fine, but I will miss the original craptastic, where Dave and I cemented our commitment to lifting heavy and bonded with the barbells so deeply, we now have strongly-held opinions about how the weight plates should be racked. (I should also mention that the craptastic has a colorful history that includes Ann Richards, a connection to a murder [a hit at a bus stop, no less!], and some a world record for bench press. The craptastic was serious business.) (And just in case you doubt the crappiness of the craptastic, here’s a post about the day we found a dead bat on the floor.)
In honor of the one, the only, the craptastic, here are some of my favorite posts about strength training in that sweaty, stinky box.
Why I Lift Heavy Things
The benefits of strength training with bonus pics of Abbye “Pudgy” Stockton
The Barbell & I: We Are Demon Fighters
Tips for overcoming that f*cking demon that lives at the bottom of the back squat, with bonus pep talk for deadlift, too
It’s Not a Coatrack
… in which I realize I used to think the lifting rack was for discarded clothing items, too
Thrusters Need Love, Too
Yes, even thrusters deserve compassion. Maybe.
The one where I talk about my “thighs like hams” and the movie Perfect
… with bonus video clip of aerobics that will make you squirm in discomfort
The one where I talk about overcoming resistance
… or the whole notion of getting comfortable with being uncomfortable
The one where I talk about remembering that the glass is half full
… with bonus day-in-the-life photos
And if you can’t get enough of my strength training posts, you can read all of them right here.
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