The Gym

I enjoy working out in a gym, not a pansy stretching and aerobic kind of gym, but a good weights gym with good equipment. Luckily enough there is such a gym a 10 minute walk from my house, and cheap too at $45 a month. Noice. I used to go to a YMCA, which was good, but to be honest, had pretty basic equipment and I was paying for pool entry that I wasn't using. So anyway, this new gym has some pretty hardcore equipment in it. My only gripe is the kind of clientele this place attracts. To be honest, I just get in there and do my stuff and split. However, some guys spend maybe 3 hours in there, chatting and socialising, not doing much from what I can see. Then there are a couple of guys who would like to lay claim to "Alpha Male" status by chucking weights all over the place, grunting at the top of their lungs and not putting weights away after them because they think their mothers will come and do it for them. Then there are a couple of really nice friendly giants I call them. These guys are fricken massive, but always say hello and are very considerate. Tuesday nights are the busiest and it gradually drops off as the week progresses to the point where a Sunday afternoon I'm normally the only one in there. I took Miss R to this gym a few times and I love doing that with her, but she has lost all motivation now that the wedding has been put off which is a shame 'cos she was really getting into it and I loved working out with her. I keep a close eye on my weight and I've noticed a few funny things; last week I only rode to work once and ate a truckload of junk food, only to find that I lost 1.5kg. If I ride every day, my weight tends to go up, which I'm guessing is due to muscle gain in my legs. I have to say that my arse has become extremely hard of late. I would like to lose 2 more kilos as that's the weight I was when I got back from the UK 3 years ago when I thought I was in pretty good shape.