The Gym Journey!!!!

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)