My first experience at working out in a gym environment was at the University of Iowa Fieldhouse[wiki]. In the midst of my awakening of understanding how to correct long standing health problems, this was my first, real experience at working out for personal health versus my short stint in my high school football program. To be honest, I think I’ve workout harder for my personal health than I ever did in the days when it meant being competitive, but that could just be a difference of time and mentality.

Regardless, there is one thing that you’ll find at any workout facility, and that is etiquette.

This shouldn’t prevent you from going to a gym or workout facility, but there are just some things that I’ve noticed over the past few months that consistently confound me.

Not cleaning up after yourself. – This has many different variations, and I know I’m barking up a tall tree. However, it’s amazing that even the most civilized looking person, meaning the people that leave the gym wearing the utmost professional attire as they walk out the front door at 7AM, will leave weights where ever, not clean the cardio machine after drenching it in their own sweat, or not cleaning a bench or machine after they use it.

I know that I’m just as busy of a person in a chaotic world, but it’s not tough to take a moment and not leave a trail. The world will thank you for not spreading various microscopic things that can be spread by leaving your sweat behind. That’s what the paper towels and spray are for, especially in the heart of cold and flu seasons.

Ear piercing levels of listening to headphones, so loud that I can rock out to what your listening to in those ear buds jammed into your canals. – This is more of a PSA rather than an annoyance. Save your hearing. You can rebuild your body, but life only gives you one pair of ears. Take care of them.

Walking away from a machine or bench in the middle of your sets. – This is the most bizarre thing that I have yet to understand, and the way to deal with it is a delicate one. Here you walk up to, for example, the cable pull-down machine, and no one is around. In fact, there is no sign of someone using this contraption at all. Adjust the seat to your height, set your weight, and prepare to do your first set. Suddenly, someone walks up and says they were using it and have two more sets left.

You don’t have any idea where they went off to or where they just came from. They might have gone to the water fountain, ran to the washroom, or went over to converse with a friend across the way. Granted it’s nice to know because you haven’t given this other person a chance to clean up the machine, but it’s down right bothersome. It’s almost as if you have to keep tabs on the whole facility to know who is doing what, where, and when so you don’t run into this awkward situation. In the end, you want to be kind, let this person or persons do what they need to do, and then it’s your turn.

Still, I say don’t wander away. You snooze, you lose, and I’ve been on the crap end of the spectrum before as well. This is also why I carry a bottle of water with me to the gym. Makes it much more convenient to get a sip of water to quench the thirst without wandering away in the middle of a routine.

These are the main things that tend to get my mind reeling, and it’s probably the psychology student in me kicking in, dissecting the social aspects of this human interaction. If anything, perhaps other folks will think twice about these things as gym goers, and the real reason I even mention it here is overhearing other members mentioning these exact same things in conversation. As the song says, voices carry.

Rebecca did something pretty spectacular about a month ago. We’ve been working pretty hard on some projects with sixty4media in the last few months, so she asked what she could do to make it up to me. Working a full time day job, the only time I can get to these projects is in between work and sleep. So, I said that a gym membership would be nice, but she one upped me.

We now have one year memberships to Fitness World in exchange for reports on her progress with getting back into shape and an ad on her sidebar for the duration of the membership. That isn’t bad at all, so I figure I might as well add a bit to the one year deal and provide some feedback on my experience with their facilities and services.

To begin, I thought I would explain more of where my inspiration to workout comes from and why I go to the gym or run in the morning.

Photo credit: Miss604 on Flickr

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had stomach problems. It wasn’t unusual for me to miss about 20 days of school, from elementary to high school, from being sick, most of the them being flu like symptoms. In the years ahead of my teenage years, I went through a variety of tests to figure out why, but doctors could never find anything.

Have you ever had a barium follow-through examination? That stuff tastes gross, not to mention the numerous x-rays you have to take during this process with some huge machine sandwiching you onto a table. At that age, it was a tad scary.

Around this same time, I was a chunky kid. I wore somewhere between 34-36 husky jeans at one point, and this somewhat followed me to college (aside from that one year I went out for football in 10th grade).

Somewhere near the age of 21, I was tipping the scale at 245 pounds. My diet was hardly the best, and the most exercise I would get would be walking to and from class. I can recall my knees hurting when I would take the stairs all the way to my dorm room on the seventh floor for that little bit of extra exercise, but it was a clue that I really needed to do something about my weight.

To be completely transparent in this story, I took up Tae-Bo. My roommate would leave early in the morning for class, so I took the opportunity of being woke up at an ungodly hour to put the tape into the VCR and follow master Billy Blanks for 30-60 minutes at a time, steadily dropping weight a little bit at a time.

Right around this same time, I came down with the flu pretty bad, and it just so happened that I saw an ad a few days earlier about a flu study they were doing at the School of Medicine on a new drug that would help fight the flu. Better yet, you got paid!

Poor college student. Paid medical study. You do the math.

I got my examination, confirmed that I had the flu, and left the doctor office with a bottle of pills and a journal to document a month of my personal health combined with five more visits for consultations and tests. The subsequent exams consisted of blood tests and a variety of other check ups, but it was the blood that really started to make things interesting.

Three days into the study, I went in for one of these exams. Blood given, I was good for a week until I had to check in again. On that visit, things got interesting.

“When you came in for you previous visit, were you drinking heavily the night before?”

I had the flu, and when I’m sick like that, I don’t want anyone to look in my general direction yet alone drink alcohol. I realize I was going to one of the top 10 drinking schools in the nation at the time, but there was no way in hell that I drank anything within three days of having the flu.

Apparently, my bilirubin levels were off the chart, much like that of someone who is an alcoholic or who had been drinking at least four drinks or more the night before. These results were the same each of the following visits I made to the doctor’s office, and it wasn’t until the final visit that I made that everything made sense. Well, to the docs, but not to me.

“All of your blood tests have been the same through this entire process, and we have come to the conclusion that you are not having an allergic reaction to the drug but that you have what is known as Gilbert’s Syndrome.”

Because I was jaundice as a new born, this was the explanation they gave me. It’s what causes you to have yellowness of the eyes, caused by a high bilirubin count in your blood stream. I can only guess that I got the placebo in this study at this point because the doctor thanked me for my participation and opened the door for me to leave.

Was I going to die? Was this thing fatal? What the hell did this doctor just tell me? The thing is, this person was just a student, so they couldn’t tell me anything more than what their mentor told them to say. It was up to me to figure the rest of this out.

Going to that internet thing, I started search for as much as I can, and there wasn’t much to find until I stumbled onto a site based out of the U.K. that was a community of folks who had found each other to share their stories of living with this condition. That’s where I found a variety of people who had similar stories to myself as well as some who had it far worse. It was a wealth of information, but I didn’t realize this at the time.

Gilbert’s syndrome, often shortened to the acronym GS, is the most common hereditary cause of increased bilirubin, and is found in up to 5% of the population (though some Gastroenterologists maintain that it is closer to 10%). The main symptom is otherwise harmless jaundice which does not require treatment, caused by elevated levels of unconjugated bilirubin in the bloodstream (hyperbilirubinemia).

The source of this hyperbilirubinemia is reduced activity of the enzyme glucuronyltransferase which conjugates bilirubin and some other lipophilic molecules. Conjugation renders the bilirubin water-soluble, after which it is excreted in bile into the duodenum. [wiki]

I tried diet changes throughout my entire life, but nothing ever worked. When this thing kicked in, at its worst, it felt more than awful. You would get feverish, chilled, sweaty palms, your stomach would feel like it was imploding on itself while the rest of your body wanted to curl into a ball from the pressure, nausea, and then the final stages of your digestive system would kick in. It could last for 20 minutes or a few hours, but it never seemed to pass soon enough.

Lay still. Be stationary. Don’t move. Don’t talk to me. Just leave me be. It will pass.

You would think that having this happen to me in the middle of college courses would be the final straw, but it was actually when I was sitting in the studio for a taping of Late Night with Conan O’Brian[wiki] in New York when the final straw came. I couldn’t use their restroom even though I told them I was ill. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and went for the door just as the warm up guy finished his set, and they escorted me out of the studio and to the front doors of 30 Rockefeller because once you leave the studio, there is no going back.

My friends stayed for the taping while I wondered downtown for somewhere to deal with this “attack” (as I had come to call them). It just so happened that there was the remnants of a hurricane passing over the city and caused half of downtown New York to shutdown that day. In the driving rain and empty streets of Manhattan, I found a deli four or five blocks away to take shelter in, use their restroom, and get some nutrients in the form of V8 juice and bread.

All I could think about was the things I read on that website, and the one thing I hadn’t tried was exercise. It was at that point that I decided that I was going to start as soon as I got back, and that was going to be beyond what Mr. Blanks could show me on a video tape. I was tired of these episodes, and this was by far the worst experience I had from any of them.

That following summer was one where I played a lot of roller hockey with my friends. When I wasn’t playing, I would practice in the parking lot with just my skates, stick, ball, and a net. All of that did a lot for my health, and I could feel myself getting better. Then that fall, I was inspired by a roommate at the time to take up running. I haven’t stopped since.

I also made a dietary change in that eating an entire, thin crust, medium Domino’s pizza for dinner became a thing of the past. KFC is never a good place to get a meal, but I used to frequent their chicken strips on a habitual basis. Soda pop lost its place as well. I cooked more for myself and was more conscious about what I put into my body.

In a year, I dropped 90 pounds and numerous inches. I’ve probably gained some of that weight back in muscle, but that’s because I joined the gym at the Fieldhouse[wiki] and started lifting weights. My health got noticeably better and better, and the attacks became less and less. It’s an added bonus when clothes start fitting better and those knees don’t hurt when you climb stairs, but not having those episodes as often made life so much better.

Getting up at 7AM to go running took on a whole new meaning, regardless of how tired you would be when the alarm went off. You were getting up to feel good for the next month or year, and it’s still the same today.

There is a time here and there when my body will go through a minor episode, but it’s not nearly as impacting as memory serves me. Flu bugs and colds still creep up like anyone else, but those “attacks” are different now. I like having a little more control over how bad they hit me because Gilbert’s Syndrome is with me for the rest of my life.

This is why I workout. It’s important for me to feel good about my health and maybe fit into those pair of jeans a little better, but there is a far greater force driving me to run 6k or lift weights in the morning before work. I just want to get through my days.