Busy Busy Busy…
I went to gym again last night, but ended up skipping some parts of my routine. Even doing that, I was still there for the best part of 2 hours.
I normally go on Mondays and Thursdays. Mondays are busy. I also tried Tuesdays, but they’re just as busy. Fridays suck, coz they close an hour earlier, so if you’re late arriving, you don’t get everything done before they kick you out. Thursdays are good though. Well, at least they used to be.
It’s the Victoria University Gym. You’d expect a lot of students there, yes? No. A few students. More than a few Indians. A few abnormally bulked up people who look like they live there. A few normal average people – (I prefer to include myself in this category 
). And lucky last, a few fat people.
And now on Thursday, we have a whole group of about 20 Down Syndrome people.
Now I totally have nothing against anyone with Down Syndrome. Bastard of a thing to have wrong with you.
What I DO have a problem with, is the management (or rather mis-management) of the fucking Gym.
The Down Syndrome people come in, and pretty much get on everything and into everything. They have no comprehension of Gym Etiquette, so they just hog things even when they’re resting. Which is also a problem with most of the Indians. But assumedly their brains function ‘normally’, so they have no excuse, except maybe stupidity.
Then there’s this mid 40’s guy who’s always there, who could floor you with his disgusting body odour – from 5 paces. Someone needs to introduce him to a modern day invention we call ‘deodorant’, and we’ll all be better off [alive].
He also doesn’t have a clue how to use dumbells, coz he ends up getting momentum by swinging them like pendulums. Dickhead.
Then we have a couple of narcissists, who do a few exercises, and then spend double the time turning in front of the mirror admiring themselves. Sadly, there’s not much to admire – so they should just get on with it.
Yesterday when I arrived, the first thing I go to use after doing stretches is the treadmill. As the Down Syndrome group was on most of them, I sat and waited. Then this anorexic dyke finished up on the treadmill, and headed right out of the gym (Probably to weigh herself, to see if she’d reached negative mass yet). So I walked over and reset it, and started my warmup. Then she comes back and starts abusing me, saying she was still on it. Ahem, excuse me? So I ignored her for a minute, but she had this teapot stance and kept bitching at me. So I jumped off, and said “Well have it then, you obviously need it more than I do.” Hopefully that’ll give her a complex and she’ll keep ‘milling until she fades away.
Then I managed to get a few weights exercises in, and then after my first set on the Pec Deck, some Indian wanted to jump in while I was resting inbetween sets. That’s fine – except he did his set, and fucking sat there – and gave me a blank look when I told him to get off. Fuck me.
So i’ve found this new gym which charges just $4.40 per visit, and it’s open 24-7. Sounds like a plan, coz I won’t be renewing my fucking membership at VU.
06.Jun.08 
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