On Display

My local gym has been refurbished. It’s a while since I’ve been. Hitherto the lair of, rather intimidating, super-fit women and the type of men who drive convertibles and like to pose in front of mirrors or catch their reflections in passing windows. I don’t have any pre-conceived notions you understand, but I did like going to that ladies-only gym with no windows opposite a certain station in Ryde. That one suited my purposes just fine.
Clutching my piece of paper, a passport to a new me, I was shown the ropes by a very helpful man who showed me how technology would record my every panting exertion and monitor my beating heart. Not only would it tell me how few calories I expended for such energetic endeavours, it would start me off next time at the right pace and difficulty and take my mind off the pain with a little tv (I can change channels to suit or I can plug in my own sounds – I just have to provide the moves).
So far so impressive. I went on the exercise bike and the rowing machine, all was well. Then it was the treadmill. Oh mighty goldfish bowl! Facing out on the busy main road, I was tempted to wave to the hordes of people that went by. And every single one looked in. Shouldn’t motorists be keeping their eyes on the road? I know it’s not every day you see a beached whale pounding a road to nowhere and the tomato-red moon face must have been glowing like a Belisha beacon but isn’t it a bit rude? People of the Isle of Wight, I am trying to get fit, please avert your gaze.
As I now know how it feels, I will try and do likewise when I am driving past in future.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. countingducks
    Jul 13, 2013 @ 11:21:55

    I’m still smiling at the thought of passing motorists peering into the gym. I suppose the sight of someone suffering for their health is a sight not to be ignored


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