The Gym is My Drug

Hi, my name is Vaughn, and I have a problem: I’m addicted to the gym.

     If someone would have told me five years ago, that I would’ve become a gym junkie, I would’ve told them to lay off the nose candy. It used to be such a chore to drag myself to the gym a few days a week and give half-ass attempts at a workout. I’d be all sore and miserable and just want to munch on a few cookies, but nope the fatass in me had to put them down (see what I did there).

     Anywho, that was then, and this is now. Over time, I’ve come to appreciate my gym time. It’s proven to be my stress relief, and in college there’s a lot of that. From classes, work, roommates, life in general, stress was everywhere. Instead of punching a hole in the wall or in someone’s face (because lord knows) I take it out on the weights.

     Not just stress relief, I just genuinely enjoy just being in the gym. I love that sore feeling after a tough workout, it’s just the best. I love challenging myself and lifting heavier weights. On the vain side of things, I love walking in there and knowing that I’m probably the strongest guy in the place and that people recognize that fact (not an opinion, but a fact).

     It’s gotten to the point where I can’t function without the gym in my life. I’ll get upset if I’m not able to get at least 30 minutes in the gym. I’ve been late to classes and work just so I can squeeze in some time to hit the weights. All my friends know how passionate I am about the gym, probably get annoyed with me from time to time, but they’ll live.

     So yeah, I love the gym. That is all!