I can't play football any longer and haven't done for two years, as my knee is well and truly kaput. To keep some sort of fitness I attend a Gym. I do cardio and weight's for toning and general fitness. I quite like it, apart from one thing... THE ARSEHOLES There are six of them, they all wear Lycra clothes (two sizes too small) They all talk far too loudly (on purpose) Grunt and slam the weights down, and act like Yanks when lifting, `you can do it' `yeah' `feel the burn' etc.. Honestly, it's ****ing embarrassing.
You can relax safe in the knowledge that their use of "power-shakes" combined with the heave they put into their lifts means that they all have Sigmunds. Sigmunds that look like Ainsley Harriot winching Gail Porter after she's fell in some purple dye
Seriously, try not to shower at the same time as them Zico. Gyms are famous haunts of muscular gay blokes and they like them young and skinny.
In the gym i go to it is actually impossible to get in the sauna as you always have the same 4/5chumps sat around in the taking all the room. As somebody else has said, every gym has its own set of pricks.
I'm currently considering joining one of these places of torture, and I was sort of hoping it might be full of lycra clad fit women getting all sweatly and red in the face. Hadn't counted on the grunting he-man types admiring each other's pecs.
The place I go to has two gyms: one for the grunters with their heavy weights and one for those who prefer cardio. Needless to say I used the cardio one and it's about 80/20 female/male split.
my local gym is the one at my secondary school. we used to go in there for PE and members of the public would be in there too. some creepy ****ing characters in there, especially when we were in year 9, i was in an all girls group
