I hate the gym. Hate it hate it hate it! I hate the blank-eyed pretty boys with bed-head who go over and lift their shirts to look at their abs after doing work on their arms. I hate the ones who wear clothes more appropriate for the Roxy. I hate looking around and feeling like I'm the only one in sight who has read something more challenging than HX in the last year.

So of course you're asking, "why go?" I started going about a year ago, after attending the funeral of a cousin. We shared the same immune system condition -- X-linked Agammaglobulinemia. He was about 10 years older than me, which was enough of a difference in terms of medical advances for his life to be much more fucked-up by it than mine is. I also think he fought having to be treated for it more than I did. His last few years weren't pretty, and if being in better shape meant it was less likely to happen for me that way, I thought I should try it.