#gyms

[hellyeahscarleteen]

We all have lifting to do to make gyms safer spaces

Data supports the lived experiences of many femme presenting and queer folx who feel unsafe at gyms. So, what is there to do to contribute to making these spaces safer?

If you see someone being harassed and they are your acquaintance, ask in private about what is going on to check if it is indeed what you believed you saw, and if it is inappropriate, tell this person that they have your support. For example, you can call this person to other parts of the gym as if you wanted to say something or need help with an exercise. Tell them that they can be your training partner⁠ or even go in a group; numbers intimidate harassers who tend to pick their victims when they are by themselves.

If you know the harasser and have a somewhat non-aggressive⁠ relationship⁠ with them, explain that what they are doing to others is not right and that they should stop and do better... If you don’t know anyone involved, you still can step in. Try to use the machine, and ask for a train on it while they rest from their series. Try to engage in small talk or pretend that you need help understanding what you have to do from your training schedule since many are unfamiliar with the names of the exercises and machines.

The victim may try to make eye contact with you, even indicating that something isn’t right or that they aren’t very comfortable; if you see an opening, tell them that they can call you up if there are any difficulties with their training program if the target of harassment needs someone to load the weights in the equipment or rack them to where they belong. Remember that harassers like to isolate their prey, so they avoid duos or groups. If you don’t feel comfortable mentioning the harassment, let them know that you are available to help whenever they need it.

If you, yourself, are being harassed, there is a range of possible responses to harassment. Click the link below to learn or brush up on approaches to take if you are ever in a situation where you or another person at the gym is being harassed.

[viejospellejos]

- Nadie:

- Gimnasios en enero:

[nemfrog]

Cat gym. Doggies And Pussies. 1927.

Internet Archive

[loofandtimmy]

[kvohru]

it's you again - nejiten week '24

day 3 - 缘分 (yuánfèn; chinese) the destiny, the fate, or the luck that brings people or things together.

soulmate au - in a world where something memorable your soulmate says to you is tattooed somewhere on your body…♡

The sound of Tenten’s alarm woke her up with a jolt. She groaned, rolling to the side and groping for her phone on the bedside table. It was five-thirty in the morning, and the sun wasn’t even up yet, but it was the only free time she had in her schedule to go to the gym.

Ah, yes. The joys of being employed. Kind of.

She’d recently taken up a new tutoring job for some rich kid, and it ever so conveniently fell during the times she usually went to the gym, so, after weighing her options (not taking the job and giving up the money for a few extra hours of sleep, or giving up her precious sleep in order to afford rent and her tuition), she decided that the importance of sleep was subjective, and who really needed eight hours every single night? (Terrible advice, by the way, and she knew that. She was just coping.)

So because of that, she decided she would start going to the gym earlier in the morning. This is good, she thought, eyes bleary and head pounding as she sat up in bed. She was desperately trying to convince herself not to fall back asleep. I’ve been meaning to start getting up earlier anyway. Self-improvement and all.

She rubbed her eyes, taking a deep breath and resting her head against the headboard. This was only the first day of this new arrangement and she was already sick of it.

Do it for the money, Tenten, she thought, finally getting herself off the bed and into the bathroom. The inscription on her ribcage was visible to her in the mirror from under her bralette. Her soulmate mark.

‘It’s you again,’ it read. 

She’d had it all her life—similar to the rest of the population—and at some point, it stopped being something she noticed. Or thought about, really.

A lot of people were very fixated on finding their soulmate, and there were even people you could go to (finders, they called themselves) to help you reach that person, but, even with how spiritually inclined Tenten was, she found she never really cared for the notion. Nor did she believe in those Finders, but whatever. Sure, meeting your soulmate and eventually getting into a relationship of some sort seemed nice in theory (I mean, wasn’t that the whole point?), but the reality turned Tenten off from it. There was so much pressure to be with your soulmate—so much pressure for it to be perfect. It was a very idealised, romanticised version of reality that it made Tenten roll her eyes.

It wasn’t like she was a cynic or something—far from it—but come on. There was no guarantee that any relationship of any kind would be ‘perfect’, right? It’s human nature, isn’t it? People disagree and fight and argue and make up and compromise and do it all over again; that’s what it means to live and interact with others. So despite the point of the soulmate system being to find that perfect relationship, there was still no guarantee. And you’d think that that much would be obvious to people. You’d think they’d grow to expect it by now, but no. The amount of soulmates who don’t actually end up together, for a lack of trying, is more than a lot of people would care to admit.

After all, the downside of a system designed to offer the path of least resistance is people running away at the first sign of trouble. It’s human nature.

So while Tenten was not a cynic, she was satisfied with not being a romantic either.

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Neji pulled on a black shirt and grabbed his gym bag before heading out.

It was still quite early in the morning, and he liked that. He enjoyed the quiet serenity of the early morning; it was the only time this city was quiet. Well, relatively, anyway. And that’s why he liked going to the gym that early in the morning.

The gym was pretty empty at six am, and the only constant presence he could expect there was usually his (unofficial) workout partner, Rock Lee. Though he supposed they were more friends now than anything.

The first thing he noticed when he got to the gym (yes, he’d walked there. It was only a few minutes away and it was a good warmup) was the dark blue Audi parked in what would be his usual spot on the days he chose to drive. The gym, though large, would not be that empty anymore, he thought with some irritation.

(Okay, sure, he knew he was being somewhat unreasonable and that this was very much a non-issue, but still. It was six am, and he’d stayed up the previous night studying for a Criminal Law exam he had later in the week. He deserved some slack and an empty gym.)

Oh, come on.

The first thing he noticed when he walked inside was a girl. Which usually wouldn’t be much of a surprise—he wasn’t an incel, thank you very much—but she currently appeared to be using his jump rope, in front of his chest press machine, and her bag (which he hazarded to assume was the pink one with a fluffy pastel charm that looked like it would make cute jingly noises when it moved) was in his bag’s spot.

He hazarded another guess regarding the identity of the parking lot thief.

The thief in question was currently done warming up, it seemed, and she set down the jump rope to grab her (reusable and also pastel) water bottle, humming a popular song he’d heard his little cousin listen to before under her breath.

Because of course she was the type to listen to TWICE while jumping his rope.

Okay, that sounded weird, he realised belatedly. He also realised that he was still standing there being pissy and staring at her, which was not only weird and creepy, but also unproductive.

Weirdly, though, Lee was not here today. Huh, he thought with a hum. He’d send him a text later, he supposed, but for now, he set his bag down next to his usual spot, and grabbed a different jump rope. What-fricking-ever. 

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Tenten pulled on a pair of black tights, a black miniskirt, and a cream knit sweater before grabbing her bag and getting in her car for the third time that day, only this time, she was so nervous she thought she might throw up. She never knew what to expect when it came to these tutoring jobs—and a big part of her was annoyed to admit that the thought of those pesky kids disliking her irked her a little.

Well, irked was the wrong word. It more so… unnerved her, if you will.

Okay, it scared her. In the same way a mob of younger teenagers passing by her made her nervous. Big fucking deal.

And especially this client, whom she found out was very rich. That was, obviously, also terrifying.

She finally pulled up to the location— a mansion that looked more like a castle than anything. Lovely.

Maybe these clients were a little richer than she’d originally thought.

She reread the email that said, ‘Ring the gate when you arrive and introduce yourself as Hanabi-sama’s tutor,’ and sighed. It felt like overkill to her, but whatever. At least the pay was good.

She did as instructed, and when she was let in by a fricking butler, she had to hold back an absurd laugh. Who the hell were these people? Like, okay, sure, she looked it up and found out they were some huge conglomerate or something, but like…? Just how rich were they?

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So they were apparently very rich, if literally everything around her was to go by.

Hanabi, the fourteen year old she was tutoring, was incredibly sweet, though, so that was nice. Not at all as intimidating as she’d feared.

“Okay, so,” Tenten started, pulling Hanabi’s notebook closer and marking something with her pen, “ihr in Akkusativ is euch not sie…”

They were interrupted by the door of the study room (yeah, they had that) opening and someone walking in.

And holy shit. It was that guy from the gym.

He seemed to have the same realisation, for his jaw dropped open, and he stopped in his tracks.

“You’re the guy that kept glaring at me,” she blurted out.

He blinked, and with a curious sort of confusion in his voice, said, “It’s you again.”

[scarletvisionss]

☮️give you my sunshine, give you my best☮️

Summary: Six years ago, a chance encounter with a handsome stranger left Wanda with more than just fond memories. Now she's raising their child alone, fully believing that she'll never see Vision again.

Then she matches with him on a dating app.

That's when things get complicated.

(An all human domestic AU that focuses on second chances, the triumphs and hardships of being a single parent, and what it means to be a family.)

[Explicit, Incomplete, Wanda/Vision, Single Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Meet Cute, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Domestic Fluff]

Read it here!

Currently: 11/? chapters, 163k words

(For more edits of this fic, see here 🌞☮️)

Here's the official Spotify playlist for this fic, updated as the story goes! All the song recs I mention in the notes of this fic will go here 🥰

[submasdragons]

Gyms and Gym Leaders.

Gym Leaders are also technically Sub Chiefs as they have authority though mainly related to their Gyms and small areas around it, depending how popular they are.

Now as Dragon Battling is seen as a crime or highly inhumane to beloved Dragons a more softer type of battling has been developed , while it could count as battling still its focused more on not harming but skill, precision, focus and ingenuity. These are both survival and defensive trials .

Hence Gym battles are renamed to Dragon Trials, the Challangers will go with their chosen team or single Dragon through multiple trials to test their bonds, target practice, stealth trials, mazes etc . All Trials are based off to suit each Gym which go by certain typings and sometimes Classes of Dragons.

If a challangers is injured or dragon, depending on how badly, these challangers can choose to keep going or retreat to heal up, though injured ,a Gym Leader usually encourages them to back out, some though a bit harsher encourage to tough it out .

[swede1952]

Good morning. 🌺🌺🌺

27 April 2025

I stopped going to the gym around the age of 62. Until then, I had tried to stay in good shape—old habits from my years in the Army. Leading up to that, I faced two health setbacks that knocked me off my horse, so to speak, and after the second one, COVID hit. Returning to the gym didn’t seem like a good idea at the time, and I never went back. These days, my new martial art is atrophy—California style. You might wonder if there’s a point to all this, and there is. Before I stopped going to the gym, I often caught minor viruses or dealt with a nagging cough. Interestingly, that pattern disappeared when I stopped going. In hindsight, gyms now feel like petri dishes to me.

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit." – Aristotle

[hobodeplage]

Gymnasium

It could have been Sparta 365 BC

Or, perhaps, Yuma summer of 1985,

Instead, it was Portland in the year of our Lord 2025.

The men-only space smaller than ever.

Not in its last gasps as some would have us believe,

But surviving.

Through wars, births of nations, and eras long gone.

I overheard an old soldier explaining the push and pull of training with weights,

To the smooth skinned untested ganymede.

Using words of encouragement,

Praising his focus and form,

Keeping him interested.

It was a privilege to witness,

to remember when I was the boy needing the words of my early mentors.

Words I still use today to push myself.

It sometime seems the important histories,

the ones we are supposed to learn from,

are not the ones we record.

Its the words we hear and live on every day.

Words passed on by a stranger at the gym.

[balletwatchespokemon]

Indigo League Episode 26

(Comes back after a week of unscheduled not posting.) Oops? I was still sick for most of last week unfortunately but I’m finally better so I should be back on track now.

Ash challenges his next gym in this episode, and the policy of this stupid gym is legit so annoying. You can’t challenge it if you don’t like perfume? He’s a ten year old boy, most of them do not care about perfume. I get that he was rude about it, but I’m fully on Ash’s side here.

Tfw you’re used to the wilderness instead of the city.

Ash is the odd man out now, the new trio is Pikachu Misty and Brock.

Another cool looking gym, and another one that doesn’t seem to have any signage that it’s a gym.

So, most boys aren't allowed in the gym then?

Wow, very mature. You, a full grown woman, are sticking your tongue out at a ten year old boy. You sure showed him.

Ah Meowth, I love you.

Jesse and Meowth kicking at each other is fun, I love it when they’re petty and fight.

And so begins a tradition of Ash dressing as a girl, which they stick with for most of the series. Though he doesn’t in X and Y, and I don’t know if he did in Journeys or not,

What a beautiful family.

They either dyed Ash's eyebrows or have a really good eyebrow pencil, Team Rocket knows their little details.

The noise this Grimer made as he was running away from Gloom's stench was very funny/cute.

Ah, Pikachu. helpful as always.

It's only just your JOB lady.

Baby boy!! <3

Ash and Pikachu have a really cute moment in this episode!

I love how Meowth gets bored during the moto and just blows everything up.

That stream of water in the top right is NOT hitting the fire.

Another gym bites the dust in the wake of Ash and co, so far Sabrina’s gym is the only gym to escape unscathed from Ash’s presence.

My heroic boy! This is Ash at his best, doing something kinda stupid but very brave.

And that’s the episode! Ash got his fifth badge by showing off his good character in saving Gloom, and in our next episode my other favorite Pokémon joins the group!!! See you Wednesday. ❤️

[theficpusher]

Counteract by YesIsAWorld | E | 1883 Louis comes up with a plan to get Harry's attention.

don't care if you're too loud by disgruntledkittenface | M | 2495 Inspired by this tweet

Missed Connection by Kingsofeverything | M | 2997 Harry is absolutely clueless when it comes to figuring out if other guys are into him, so he enlists his friend Niall to assist. That may or may not be a mistake.

you got what i need by jaerie | E | 3307 Harry loves his husband Louis, but his personal trainer Liam just gives him something he needs to start his day. Turns out Louis needs the same thing. Oddly enough, they get it from the same source.

breakfast of champions by turnyourankle | E | 6453 An injury relegates Harry to the weight room; Louis wears a lot of interesting shirts. AKA Harry and Louis are gym buddies.

Members Only by kikikryslee | M | 14484 “Well, I’m gonna go work out now, so…” Harry said, his voice trailing off. Louis nodded. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Go get, uh, you know, strong and buff.” What? Louis wanted to die. “Um, thanks?” Harry said. “Um…” Without another word, Harry walked away from the desk. Louis pinched his thigh – hard – hoping that was some terrible, awkward nightmare that he might soon wake up from. --- Or, the one where Louis works at Harry's new gym and neither one of them knows how to hold a coherent conversation with the other.

A blur of different faces but none of them were you by Rearviewdreamer | M | 22307 Harry thought he had this whole personal training thing down until a boy with blue eyes wanders into his gym. or Harry is Louis' trainer at the gym and Niall is a horrible insult to physically fit people everywhere.

We Can Work It Out by kassio | E | 24390 Louis Tomlinson had big plans for his last year of uni. He was going to hit the gym, he was going to get hot, and he was finally going to catch the eye of the girl of his dreams. Enter Harry Styles, friend-of-a-friend and part-time personal trainer. Falling for him was never part of Louis’ plan.

The Habit I Can't Break by Cyantific | E | 63140 While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined. Or… The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of. Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recent) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

[ilianastarhall]

iliana Starhall - Άσκηση Οφέλη

[gymtrainer12]

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[newlifeprojects]

mennyivel jobb lenne munka helyett minden nap azt csinalni, amit ma csinaltam... hatkor keltem, fel nyolckor elindultam, nyomkovettunk a ket kutyaval meg masik neggyel delelott a vizmu-reten, aztan a kettovel felmentem gorbehalomra, es megmasztuk az erdot es a dombokat delutan negyig

és még volt egy kóbor virágzó ciklámen is <3