Personal Narrative: A Place In My Gym

The gym, an unfamiliar territory to some but an oasis for me. The gym has been a big part of my life; it’s a place where I know who I am. It is a place in which I can escape many of my problems and release everyday stress. It’s not the weightlifting that ropes me in but it’s about self-accomplishment. It is a place that I have invested a lot of my time and hard work to accomplish a healthy lifestyle.
As I can imagine this now; I picture myself walking into the doors of the gym with my duffle bag. I take my first step in and I can immediately sense the familiar clammy smell of sweat down the hall that eventually overflows the building creating flashbacks of prior experiences. I flash my ID card to the employee working at the front desk and …show more content…
I hear the echoes of the cardio class’s instructor yelling, “You can do it, give me one more repetition” through the speakers. I can never get over how loud the speakers are. As I keep walking, I reach the locker rooms, there’s a horrific fragrance. Most of the time it’s bearable. But this time it was completely unbearable and unpleasant. I walk in and you can see people plugging there nose with towels, dirty clothes, headbands and with whatever objects they can put there hands on to contain the stench. There is always a different type of body odor everyday.
Times goes by, I make my way to my ultimate destination, the weight room area. The first thing I noticed is the line of dumbbells and machines. Then I set my eyes on a knee-high bench that looked worn and torn, the padding, now black from the amount of use its been through, it is falling apart like an old sofa, inevitably its an uncomfortable place to sit. As I sit there on the knee-high bench with my dumbbells, I decided today would be a different day. I begin to observe the different stereotypical staple characters, which seems dominate in every other gym. One of the many