So as part of my New Year’s resolution I decided in a slightly
drunken and retarded voice: “I want to be fitter”. So today I returned to
college where there it takes eight flights of stairs to get to my class, and
much like everyone else during the December break I spent the entirety of my
time; eating cake, chocolate, meat and drinking alcohol. So these stairs pretty
much killed me and with the thoughts of change on the brain and the impending
desire to get fitter, I decided as a spur of the moment thing to head to the
gym after I finished for the day.
Now I'm not a very fit person anyway, and don’t think just because I'm skinny this means that I am actually fit. I'm far from fit as the climbing
a flight of stairs often kills me and that I do no sports other then when I was
forced to in PE.
So begins the titled: Gym Journey of awesomeness!! (And tiredness)
Having gotten home later then I intended a fast dinner consisting
of a slightly burnt mini-pizza quick change into what I considered to be “Exercise
gear” – which to the untrained is; a crappy England polo, old and beaten to
crap shoes, and ill fitting synthetic tracksuit trousers. Then I set upon my
journey binding fair well and setting off to the closest gym I knew of. Fitness
First.
According to the Googles, the closest Fitness First is a mile away
(or 22 minutes) a short enough walk to get my gym juices flowing. I arrived
shortly after 6 at the front doors to Fitness first, bag filled of what I
thought I’d need such as water and a spare jumper as it was sodding cold. Then,
a few steps from the door I saw three fat women leaving and also two other
women entering, deciding that Fitness first was clearly solely for women I
decided to walk away.
To head home you say? Hell no... I of course headed to the next
gym that I knew of in my town which was in a leisure centre called river mead,
on the hearing a snippet of a conversation from someone that said they had good
exercise equipment there. Plus these were men who said this so my slightly frozen
brain worked out that this was the place for me! A quick Google on my phone
showed it was a mere 2miles away! That’s a walk into town I thought, I've done
that before, it only took 45 minutes, and I've still got time.
6.53: Dodged being offered sex, three hobos, a drunk wanting a
fight and someone wanting to borrow my phone, I was sweaty, tired and cold, but
I’d made it. Made it to the glittering lights of river mead, the gym was but a
few feet from me.
Annnd then. Two very attractive young women were leaving after a vigorous
exercise session, and instead of like a normal person saying hello and then
heading in, I decided to try and chat them up, as clearly in my sweaty/gym gear
state I was one of them and had something to say... I got as far as learning their
names (Sarah and Claire) before they realised I had no idea what gym equipment
was inside. I then retreated inside to refill my water bottle and watched them
drive away in a car I possibly could have gotten a lift home or quickie in.
I then walked the 3 miles (53 minutes) home.
At the end of my gym Journey I walked 6.2 miles in just under 2
hours and visited two gyms, which I will now never go to again. (Below is 'ROUGHLY' from my house to River mead, walking back sucked)
