Before I moved to Amsterdam, I had never entered a gym. However, a combination of many blokjes of mighty-fine cheese and the large amounts of alcohol needed to survive the damp summers eventually drove me into the arms of the David Lloyd Health & Fitness Club. Given my UK gym virginity, the following queries might well be applicable to any gym, not just a Dutch one, but in my biased mind, they are peculiarly Cloggie-driven.
To wit: Is it normal to:
1. Apply vast quantities of make-up (badly) before entering the exercise theater?
2. Stand around in the changing room chatting with your friends – completely starkers?
3. Do 2 (slow) lengths of the pool and then sit in the sauna for 20 minutes and regard that as an exercise session?
4. Block the entrance gates by chatting up the receptionists/chatting to the receptionists about what atrocious cowboy boot/overly tight trousers/luminous thong combination you’re going to wear that evening?
5. If male: Do 2 reps on a high weight, admire self in the mirror, chat with friends and flex your muscles for 10 minutes. Repeat ad nauseam, ignoring the queue of people (me) waiting to use said weights machine.
If female: Do 5 reps on an insultingly low weight on the inner thigh machine. Sit back and stare vacantly at the TV. Do another 5 reps, this time using your hands to push the weights. Check nail varnish for chips. Repeat ad nauseam, ignoring the queue of people (me) waiting to use said weights machine.
Well, is it?
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I think the inner thigh machine is more a psychological work out than a physical one.
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