The 9 kinds of people you always meet in the gym

gymThe protein bore

Often found in the changing room discussing chicken, raw eggs and supplements. Bore off.

The selfie taker

It’s like, a thing in the gym today. Posing in front of a big mirror looking for the perfect shot to put on Facebook, smug model style. Did your workout really happen if you haven’t posted it on social media?

The one who looks done

Whether male or female, this person has the perfect figure and looks super awesome. Logically, we know that they probably got this from all the hours that they spent in the gym working their (tight) ass off.  But it is still okay to hate them a little bit.

The one who looks overdone

Usually a guy tbh. Often found bulging out of a very small vest.

The grunter

Found in the big weights section. Sound like they are trying to do a very big poo.

The one with the fancy, expensive gym gear

It always matches. Sometimes, even the bag and the trainers.  Mostly women, these people, never ever look like a sweaty mess.  They also usually have done their hair to go to the gym.  WTAF.


The one who is unnecessarily naked

You are in the changing room. There is, naturally, a requirement to change, wash, remove items of clothing and so on.  And yet some feel the urge to wander around the changing room as naked as they day they were born.  For ages.  Even worse, they engage you in conversation and you don’t know where to look.

The randomer

There is always one. Looks like they were intending to go for a nice day out and accidentally took a wrong turn.  Wearing a sweater and gardening shoes.

The person who doesn’t put their weights back

A special place in hell is reserved for these people.

Running, again.

Today, I ran.

It’s been a long time.

Months in fact.

Right now, I feel a long way from the girl that last year ran a half marathon, did a mud run and their first triathlon.

I’ve been quiet on this blog. Mainly, because there has been nothing new to say.  How many times can you write that you still aren’t getting your shit together with this stuff before it gets boring?

I know what I need to do, but somehow I am just still not doing it.  For months now, it has been excuses all the way.

But I remembered how I got into running in the first place. I joined a beginners group – and that started everything.  With the support of other runners, I found my running groove.

Where I work now, there is a whole running community going on. And they are have a beginners group.  I figured if it worked before, it might work again.

So I signed up.

I was nervous.  I wasn’t entirely sure I still knew how to do this stuff.  Physically, I am heavier than I was when I was running last.  I have a dodgy knee that I can’t quite get right.  I wasn’t even sure I had the breath (or VO2 max if you want the proper term) to sustain a run of any sort.

I carried my kit on the train this morning, still not entirely sure I was going to go. I’d lined up an excuse just in case (meetings, meetings).  Only they changed the time just for me and I didn’t have an excuse any more.

So I went.

Putting on my running shoes has always felt good. Wearing them after such a long time felt like coming home.

On the run itself, I was, if I am honest, a bit rubbish. But as they say (on Pinterest anyway), a bad run is better than no run.

The girl who once ran more than 13 miles without once stopping to walk is still in there.

And now she is running again.