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Crunched

There’s a [Crunch Fitness][crunch soma] next to Wikipedia that has got to be the unhappiest Crunch fitness in the world.

On most days, there are trainers standing outside it trying to convince you to join. But mostly they looked pissed off because the masses queuing up for Sushiritto are blocking their entrance. Sweaty overpriced gym vs. sushi in a giant flour tortilla? It’s simple math really.

I started wondering how that Crunch was still in business. Then it started to wonder why I wondered.

Finally, I came to the conclusion is that you can’t see anyone one of the treadmills from New Montgomery street. I think 90% of the reason people go to gyms is because they want to be seen. Even my local YMCA (which looks like it was built to double as a fallout shelter) situations the treadmills next to street side windows.

This [introvert][] then realized a gym membership is not for him.

It would be interesting to give a personality test to gym rats and home workout DVD people.

[crunch soma]: http://www.yelp.com/biz/crunch-san-francisco-27 “Crunch – Soma – San Francisco, CA — Yelp”
[sushirrito]: http://www.sushirrito.com/ “Shushirrito San Francisco: A Fresh Way To Roll”
[introvert]: http://terrychay.com/article/my-personality.shtml “My personality”

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Your personality recharges your batteries

Nowadays, when I mention that I’m an introvert to someone, they can’t help but let out a short laugh. More than a couple people have called me a social butterfly recently.

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My senior year in high school, a friend’s mother was having us play a charades game where you’re given a description of yourself and act it out as the other people in the church group tried to guess. Mine was wallflower. And maybe it’s a testament to how much of a wallflower I am when I say I had no idea what a wallflower was, let alone how to act it out.

I had this friend, J—, who had transferred in that year. He has that sort of natural good looks and handsome charm that girls just go for, but had the misfortune of being placed in our top math class.

(Oh sure, that’s a good thing if you wanted a 5 in your Calculus BC Advanced Placement exam, but it probably didn’t help the very much if you are a social animal like J—.)

I think we only became friends because one day in class I was really tired and started to rub my eyes in a manner he thought funny. My recovery was saying that this was an ancient oriental secret and he should start rubbing his eyes that way also and then he’d start getting better grades in the class. Sure, a side effect is that his eyes might change and his hair might darken like mine, but it’d be worth it.

[About J— and me at parties after the jump.]Continue reading →

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