My musings on joining a gym

This week I celebrated my second anniversary. Second anniversary of going to gym that is. Yes, I belong to a gym now. Well, let me rephrase that: I don’t belong there at all, but I go.

For the whole 2 months I was coming to this place, doing things to my body that no body should ever endure. I was making it run, lift weights, bend into weird shapes. I hope one day my body will forgive me for making it do all these crazy things.

Zap Fitness gym

Inside one of Zap’s many locations

Some would say that two months is not a big deal, that people are going to gym for years. Well, it is a big deal for me. You see, when you are on a wrong side of 40 years, on a wrong side of 100 kilos, and when the only exercise your body knows is lifting a fork full of herring salad and a glass full of vodka, any additional effort can potentially become that infamous straw that broke the camel’s back.

When I was shopping around for a gym, I looked at about half a dozen of them, most within walking distance from me. One was too “boutique” for my liking, another one too “hardcore”, yet another one too expensive… But one struck the right balance – it was reasonably priced, seemed nice inside, the fact that it’s open 24/7 was also a factor. But what really swayed me over was the location.

Grilled, Zap Fitness, Cellarbrations

Perfect location for any gym

Talk about perfection. Such thoughtfulness, such attention to detail. On a way to gym you can pop into Grill’d, get one (or two, or three) of their “Hot” Mama burgers, move next door in an attempt to lose just acquired calories at a gym, fail miserably, leave the gym disappointed and move on to the Cellarbrations to drown you sorrows in alcohol – all without having to cross the road or move your car.

I guess there is a lesson in this. All these things can co-exist. One can eat out, have a glass (or two) of alcohol, and still be a gym-goer. There is nothing wrong in indulging in life’s little pleasures, as long it is done in moderation.

Do you know how to park your car?

Strange question, isn’t it? You’ve been driving for 5, 10, 20 (insert your number here) years, sure you know how to park! Or do you? The other day I went to get a few things for dinner and was amazed by the number of people who have no idea how to park.

What I found interesting, is that people know that what they are doing is wrong, I’ve observed a few of them getting out of their cars, “admiring” their parking, guiltily looking around, as if checking “have I been caught out?” and walking away with a smug expression on their faces.

So why do people do it? Why do they ignore the rules, ignore the fact that they inconvenience other road users? Why do otherwise intelligent people commonly failing at this simple task?

Parallel Parking?

Example of less than perfect parking.

Part of the blame is resting with the local council. Their lack of policies creates and encourages the wrong behaviour in people. Our local city council has given away way too many permits for new apartment blocks, and as the result of it, population (and the number of cars) exploded, without any additional parking spaces being created. People get really excited when they do find a spot, and forget about small, not important stuff, like parking between the lines, following the basic rules….

I guess what I’m saying is this: I am not a whinger, but….unless you want your parking spot to warrant a special designation like the one below, PARK BETWEEN THE BLOODY LINES!

Special parking

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