When I am an old lady I will worry more about athlete's foot than people seeing me naked.
The workout goes faster if I read and listen to music than if I watch the little TV attached to the equipment.
If I have the children with me, I will not be able to part anywhere near the building and must instead cross the entire parking lot with them.
The guy who smells, either B.O. or entirely too much cologne, will always pick the machine next to me.
There is nothing that feels better than a good stretch (at the gym anyway).
The worse I look when I go, the more people I see that I know.
It is so worth it when I am done, especially when it has taken an act of Congress to get there.