Think of pain and suffering, no think of being denied what you want the most, the negative feeling in you that eats you up - that's basically how I feel when I think of the gym. First off, I am too broke of a human being to pay twenty five pounds or more to 'go to the gym' when half the time the only reasons people (most likely just me) could possibly go to the gym is because: 1.There are very attractive males and females there you can admire from a distance. 2.The vending machines have the best choices of snacks 3.You just want to wear those new pair of Adidas trainers you copped from JD Sports. 4.You feel guilty that everyone but you agrees you need to get in shape. For me, the getting in shape part is luckily not one of my reasons, but every other reason is. Why would I wake up one day and decide; "Right, Annie punish your bank account by taking out £50 every two months to run on that treadmill, get all sweaty and assure myself everything in life will make sense." It doesn't make sense, I am way too lazy and unfit to even walk to McDonalds and get an apple pie. By now, I am sure my readers are confused as to why I am pouring out my opinions on the gym experience, well, I feel or I tell myself I am not the only one that feels this way, plus my first gym experience was like throwing me into a meat grinder and I came out with my knees as my elbows and my feet as hands. It was one very wet day at Westonbirt School (Sixth form school) and of course the students had to join some extra curricular activity. The list was almost endless, from lacrosse , basket ball, base ball, tennis, cross country, horse riding and what not. I ended up choosing the gym because I genuinely thought I'd just go in, run the treadmill for five minutes and then while away the time eating my cheesy crisps accompanied by a not so healthy lemon Fanta while the others decide to look very hopeless while 'working out'. Instead, I came to find out the school had scheduled aerobic sessions as well as various work out positions and it was a necessity. I have to admit, I did not see myself burning over 2000 calories that day or coming out with my whole body in pain to the point I thought I was dying. I could not walk down the steps without pausing with every step I took, shifting my head from the left to the right was like climbing Mount Everest. What confused me the most was, everyone else did not feel this way, in fact they were soaring the skies and eager for the next gym session. So I ask you once more, does everyone go to the gym to actually work out? Or is it just an excuse to feel that acceptance when everyone says "Yeah mate, I hit the gym last night, worked out for a good 4 hours" when all you did half the time was admire that gym instructor and show off your cute gym ensemble because that's what I'd do.