found: a no bullshit workout
Why did it take me thirteen years to join a gym again? As the two people who read this blog know, I work out regularly, I ran a marathon in 2001, and I’m halfway obsessed with fitness. Seems like I’d be a perfect candidate to join a gym. But I hate gyms. I hate the meat market aspect, the fashion aspect, the competitive aspect, the preening . . . I mean, come on, are you really going to work out hard when you put on make up and do your hair before you head for the gym? But that’s what I’ve seen at the gyms I’ve belonged to before, and even at the park where I did most of my training for the marathon. Women who glammed themselves up for working out and men who spent more time checking themselves out in the mirror and then glancing around to make sure all the glammed up women were noticing.
That’s bullshit.
In my humble opinion, if you’re going to work out, you should work out. You should sweat a lot, you should smell terrible within a few minutes, and you should look like hell halfway through or sooner. Otherwise, you’ve not really working out.
I finally found people who agree with me on this. They do Krav Maga. Besides the fact that the Krav Maga classes I’m taking make people sweat, smell, and look bad, I’ve found that
- People who do Krav Maga are generous about giving others pointers. There’s no sense of competition with others, only with yourself.
- You can actually use Krav Maga outside of class. That’s a no brainer, of course, but it’s important to me. Step aerobics are a good workout, but when would I actually need to step up and down from one step 50 times in a row? Never. Might I ever need to get out of choke hold? Hopefully not, but it’s more likely than me needing to step up and down from one step 50 times in a row.
- No one in a Krav Maga class cares what you’re wearing. Unlike at some gyms where matching brand name work out togs are practically expected unless you want to get a glare on the way in.
Halfway obsessed?
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