September 23, 2011

My dirty little secret

When first starting this blog, I never thought I’d be making confessions like the one I’m about to make. Mainly because if this information gets into the wrong hands, I could get my ass kicked.

Let me explain…

Several years ago, before moving to a new residence, I lived in an area of Los Angeles surrounded by shiny, happy gyms – meaning the type of workout facilities that were as much about socializing and being seen as they were about burning the fat. And yes, in that order.

For me, working out has always meant convenience. So when given a choice, I would choose the gym closest to me in proximity. One that I might even be able to (gasp!) walk to. I add the ‘Gasp!’ because here in LA, no one walks. Not even from one block to the next. But I was a rebel. Still am. Always will be.

The gym I belonged to and worked out at was quite amusing. In between spinning, yoga-ing and deciding what shade of purple the carpets actually were, I could observe lots of flirting going on – as well as showbiz wheeling and dealing. There were even celebrity sightings to be had here and there. More when the gym first opened. Then it shifted to more D-Level celebs when a bigger, shinier gym that opened a little further down the Sunset Strip eclipsed the gym I belonged to.

While many of my fellow workout junkies fled the current digs and joined the newer gym, I was content with this older model – now a little less trendy, with a carpet that was a little less purple. But again, I could walk to the gym. That was key.

Cut to me moving to a new place about two years ago. I could have driven 20-30 minutes to my then-current gym. But knowing what I know (that the less convenient the gym’s proximity was, the less likely I would go), I set out to find a new gym – a place that I could ideally walk to. And find a gym within blocks of my new place, I did. Emphasis on ‘gym.’

You see, this ‘new’ gym is actually more of an old school one – the kind you might see in the original “Rocky” movie. This is a gym where boxers workout constantly, the equipment is old and often in disrepair and there’s nary an aerobics class or smoothie bar to be found. What’s more, the few TVs are always tuned to ESPN and the ‘music playing’ is from a local A.M. Radio Station, as opposed to a mix by some Eurocentric DJ.  And there’s no purple carpet. Heck, there’s no carpet at all. Just a rubber-esque floor, on which the occasional cockroach can be seen scurrying from under one piece of elliptical equipment to another. Yep! This was a hardcore gym with hardcore members who would never set foot in one of the shiny, happy gyms that many of LA’s flirtiest trendsetters insist upon.

I was initially hesitant to join such a gym. For even though I’m not one to socialize while working out (my goal is to get my sweat sessions over with as quickly as possible), I did like semi bright surroundings, brand new equipment and being able to ogle the occasional celeb (A, D or otherwise). And yet, this gym had something that no other gym in my new area offered – being accessible by foot. Thus, I took the plunge and signed up (even as the theme from “Rocky” played in my head).

Look at me! Gregg McBride – working out in a boxing gym with real, live cockroaches!

I’m tough.

I’m bad.

I’m a little afraid. And not just because of the cockroaches.

Again, this gym is populated by hardcore boxers who seem to be training for their next big appearance in the ring and/or some kind of street rumble that wouldn’t resemble anything like the rumbles seen during a staging of “West Side Story.”

Lucky for me, I can keep a low profile (no, seriously, I can). And despite the initial ‘getting used to it’ factor, I’m proud to say I’ve assimilated rather nicely. But one thing still frightens me to this day. Something that, if revealed, would absolutely get me into trouble with my current gym’s hardcore clientele. And that, my friends, is what I’m about to confess…

My iPod (which I listen to every time I’m at the gym) has many Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana tunes on it.

Now before you make fun of me, let me assure you that I’m a lover of all types of music. All types. And when at the gym, I’m a fan of anything that puts a little pep in my step. And I’m telling you, Hannah Montana can rock the workout when she sets her mind to it. Don’t believe me? Check out this tune and tell me it doesn’t get your pulse pounding (for whatever reason – LOL!):

If anyone at my gym knew that I was listening to this kind of bubble gum pop, I’m worried they would wander away from the punching bags and over to me. I have no desire to be a bruised shade of purple similar to that of the carpeting at my older, shinier, happier gym. So please, let’s keep this iPod-related secret between you and me, okay?

And before you click away, wondering “Why is Gregg going on about this?,” let me sum it up for you: Whatever gets you moving (whatever gym, whatever song) is a good thing. Because we all need to keep moving. Daily. Even if we’re doing so just to put more distance between ourselves and the mean looking boxer-types who could kick our asses.

Okay. Your turn. What dirty little secret is on your iPod? Or, better yet, what song gets you pumped up for your workout? Please share by commenting below. I promise… Your secret is safe with me. And the cockroaches.

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17 Responses to “My dirty little secret”

  1. Barbara G. says:

    ROXETTE – “She’s Got the Look” (Actually anything from ROXETTE – 80’s tough chick band). Shhh … don’t tell anyone.

  2. Gregg says:

    Don’t worry, Barbara. Your secret is safe with me. How would anyone find out? LOL! Oh, and that song is on my iPod, too, btw!!!

  3. Eve says:

    There’s nothing like a good Bollywood dance number to get me moving along.

  4. Excellent post. Thanks very much for bothering to share it. I have saved your website as well as will make certain to return often.

  5. cheryl says:

    What a great story, and who can actually work to their gym, for me that would be a work out. I went to the other spectrum and cancelled my gym membership and work out from home, my living room set up as a gym and since I live in Florida my aerobics – putting on my rollerbaldes, opening the sliding doors and I’m off bladding for an hour or so. I don’t have A or D listers, just a lot of birds, snakes, and sprinklers going off to get my attention. Oh and I did click the link to Hannah, who I will say, never listened to and think it’s hoot that your are listening to that in boxing gym. Fun!!!

  6. Gregg says:

    Birds I could handle, Cheryl. But snakes? Oh, man! That would definitely get my heart rate up — and fast! LOL! Thanks for the share. And please promise not to make too much fun of me for the Hannah Montana song! 😉

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  8. Tammy says:

    Hey, Gregg, my favorites to listen to these days are mostly country: Dierks Bentley, Darius Rucker, Carrie Underwod. Also, Michael Jackson. And then there’s the Broadway show tunes! But I do my runnning on the local paths rather than on a treadmill (at least until the snow gets too deep), so there’s nobody to mock my music choices! But bravo to you for working out at that gym! You’re braver than me!!

  9. Gregg says:

    Oooh, I love it, Tammy! Your choices sound like really fun ones. And with as much variety as my iPod holds. I’ll be sure to listen out for you on the trails! (What do you do when it snows, anyway? Hit the mall?)

  10. Susan says:

    anything by Pink!

  11. Gregg says:

    Oh, Pink definitely rocks the workout!

  12. Tommy Strouse says:

    ABC’s “The look of love” – I am so stuck in the 80’s frequently…..

  13. Gregg says:

    Ooooh! That’s a great one, Tommy! The 80s definitely provide a great workout soundtrack. Let me grab my leg warmers and let’s go!

  14. Terri says:

    I listen to e-books when hiking the mountain. Stephen King and Douglas Preston/Lincoln Child books are my favorites! I know its not music, but it gets me moving.

  15. Gregg says:

    “Whatever gets you moving,” Terri. I’ve been known to listen to audiobooks while doing my weight workouts. Although I tend to listen to nonfiction. I think if I were listening to Stephen King while hiking in the great outdoors I would scare myself! LOL!

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