So the wife picks up these complementary vouchers for the new Fitness Club that’s opened up down the road. One for me, one for her. She’s enjoyed going to the yoga classes, etc and was keen for me to try it out for myself. You know, “…it’s like something we could go to together…”
Now, my garage is filled with sandbags, free weights, resistance bands and the standard-issue equipment as would befit a man in the T-mould. There’s no way I’d ever be converted to the Dark Side.
So I go down to the Fitness Club, and for shits and giggles, use all the shiny, new Nautilus Machines. There was all sorts of them. And you know what, they were kinda fun to use!!!
(Puts on Asbestos Underwear and Protective Overcoat in anticipation of the flame throwing that is to ensue…)
I’ve always been a fan of different ways to train, and kettlebells are my next phase (=$$$$)but I was pleasantly surprised. There’s no way the feeling compared with free weights, but it was still an enjoyable experience.
I feel so dirty coming out like this…can someone refer me to a counsellor???
Cheers
MTS