Homework this week: visit a gym.
Not with a view to joining, necessarily, more to experience other peoples notions of what constitutes a workout.
I visited Pure Gym in Ocean Terminal. We have been considering joining a gym (my current "gym" is very sensitive to changes in the weather, being completely outside. Over the last three months I have worked out in sun, howling wind and pissing rain.) and the Pure Gym ethos - £18 a month for a tonne of machines - kind of appeals to me.
I think it must have been something to do with the fact I was there on a Saturday afternoon but 80% of the people there were quite serious. Of the ten people I saw, eight of them were working hard on free weights and floor work, one was quite overweight but working hard with a personal trainer and one was just cuddling a sit-up machine - needless to say, he was the lardiest of them all.
I think the general idea about going on a gym tour was to see that the vast majority of people working out in them are essentially doing nothing. Five minutes on a treadmill then a wander around with a towel draped round the neck. I think I need to go back again when it's busier to get a true picture of how little people do when they "go to the gym."
I'm also pretty sure now that I'm not going to join a gym any time soon. There's something really wonderfully liberating about working out in the open air. It's so easy to fill your lungs. Maybe my view on this will change as we slide inexorably towards winter but I suspect not. I've always been a firm believer in the maxim "there's no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing."
I'll try to get a photo of my "GYM" tomorrow.
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