The gym has sort of been a bit of a sanctuary for myself and others most of my life. I was sort of a fat, uncoordinated kid. That’s genuinely not the easiest thing to be. Both of us all sort of laugh and find them adorable. But being that kid is a far unusual set of circumstances. I tried athletic activitys. My parents pushed myself and others into organized team athletic activitys thinking that I would find a rhythm and shed the baby fat. Instead, I sucked at athletic activitys and was simply an self-explanatory target for those cruel jocks on each team I joined. By the time I was 15, I was still fat and hated athletic activitys so I gave up. By chance, I got a ride with a buddy 1 day who had to stop at the local gym to retrieve an item from their locker. The hour I walked in to that Heating, Ventilation, and A/C controlled, sparkling scrub and organized gym, I felt love I was home. I didn’t even hit my parents up for the cash. My savings got spent that day joining my easily first gym. Somehow, I felt so much more comfortable exercising for purely exercise and not to score more points or get more plays. I was just surrounded by helpful, positive people who enjoyed being healthy. There was something so fundamental in this method that I thrived in that environment immediately. By the time I was a junior in high college, I had shed the weight. Now, if I could just get my gym to upgrade the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C method I’d be set.

New air conditioning