Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Gym, gym, gym

Nothing but torture weapons, as far as the eye can see! 


When I said I was back on good behaviour, I really did mean it this time. Monday involved a gym session and a post work swim, and Tuesday started in the same way, and then was topped off with an hour long personal training session in the gym after work.
            This was the first time that I have actually been into the gym that I joined up to online, and it’s massive! There are two floors, so big that you can’t physically see to the other side of the room. The studios where the classes take place can probably fit around 50 people, all jiggling around at the same time, and the number of machines they have (all looking like instruments of torture) are just insane.
            When I first walked in it was actually a little bit intimidating, but once I had located the changing rooms and worked out why only ten of the lockers have locks on (apparently people here like to bring their own padlocks to the gym…no idea why!) I went to locate the man that was to put me through a full hour of torture.
            It was half great, and half vile. I’ve only been a full member of a gym once, and that was during the university years, and I attended it once. This time I’m determined to use it a lot more, and so I followed the chap around, playing on every machine. He said the first session was a fitness test, so he would get me to use a machine, and keep on using it until I was either shaking or physically incapable of doing another action. It was great fun…
            Once it was all over and I managed to get away from the high pressure sales chat (of course I don’t want to go through that nightmare two times a week from the next 20 weeks, although I was a little tempted) I struggled home, to a cup of tea and tuna on toast for dinner. It wasn’t the most exciting Tuesday night, but it was needed and very productive, so I guess that counts for something – although I am walking like a cowboy this morning. Hot stuff! 

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