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The machines whir, the music blasts and the weightlifters bitch.

These sounds, even more than the Broadway tunes that fill my iPod, comfort me, inspire me and give me the vitality to survive my day. Without the gym, my life would look more like the faded black-and-deathly white photos in the old family album than the colorful Keith Haring paintings that adorn my bedroom wall.

Although the owners of the gym have tried to transform the setting into a cozy living margin -- complete with couches, fireplace and huge flat-small screen television -- they cannot camouflage the essence of the facility: a modern torture congress of ellipticals, treadmills, stationary bikes and other devices designed to dissolve the pounds and solidify the muscles.

However, I prefer to see the gym through my own rose-colored glasses. For me, the gym is an aberrant therapist's office -- the place to unburden myself to fellow exercisers. I don't anguish that they will probably forget both my problems and me as they luxuriate in the sauna before returning to their actual lives. It is the process of emoting that matters.

Source: Pittsburgh Post Gazette

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