I detest going to the gym for a workout but this monsoon really wreaked havoc on our tennis court hence after much hesitation I decided to hit the gym.
I woke up early to avoid the rush and entered a global gym newly opened in my suburb.
I had a female trainer to take my measurements and weight.
The shapely dietician also joined her to give a lengthy discourse.
A good half an hour was lost with this time wasting formality.
As i began my journey on the treadmill my neighbour started hitting on me asking the usual stuff about who where what and some shit, I hardly bothered to reply as I was trying to balance on the now speeding treadmill. As that mill slowed down I casually looked at her and saw layers of makeup gradually being peeled off from her sweating face.It was a ghastly sight! It put me off so badly that i started to look for any other machine to work out with.
I tried to cycle but the person in my front had apparently eaten beans the previous night and was venting all his obnoxious fury on my olfactory senses! I pitied my strange plight but bravely attempted to complete the programme pedalling hastily as if my life depended on it.
Next gadget was some elliptical trainer where the settings were so tight that I feared I would meet the same fate as my fellow cyclist or worse, empty my guts on the floor!
My trainer said very well done for a beginner little did he know that I slogged daily on the tennis court under the sweltering tropical sun tanning away to glory.
He asked me to pick up some weights and promptly I chose the lightest ones much to his surprise and started doing left right centre up down with them taking care so as not to injure my vital organs as my life and future progeny depend on them all the time.
Then he stretched me like some elastic doll so as to attempt to dislocate my fragile joints,he was intent on bossing over me. I survived his onslaught somehow by the grace of God.
The truth is that I was getting mightily bored of the indoor atmosphere of artificial lights and crap music played over and over again.
The faint sweaty stench was also inducing a headache..
The bodybuilders with their rippling muscles looking in the mirrors with a self adulatory gaze were also turning me off with nausea.I really thought for a moment that they were gay.
Their egos were so small compared to their huge bodies-- (egos = external genital organs !)
Any case, I had decided on quitting the gym instantly and calmly walked out.
I went to my tennis court and sat quietly there watching the rains over a cup of tea.
I realised one thing that u can't trap a wild animal in a cage.It will suffocate and die there.
Same was my plight when I was in the gym. I felt like a shackled person in there.
Rainy mornings now were spent lazily at home much to the delight of my wife.
I piled on some weight but it was cool.
I consider monsoons as my hibernation period.
Waiting for some Sunshine!
I woke up early to avoid the rush and entered a global gym newly opened in my suburb.
I had a female trainer to take my measurements and weight.
The shapely dietician also joined her to give a lengthy discourse.
A good half an hour was lost with this time wasting formality.
As i began my journey on the treadmill my neighbour started hitting on me asking the usual stuff about who where what and some shit, I hardly bothered to reply as I was trying to balance on the now speeding treadmill. As that mill slowed down I casually looked at her and saw layers of makeup gradually being peeled off from her sweating face.It was a ghastly sight! It put me off so badly that i started to look for any other machine to work out with.
I tried to cycle but the person in my front had apparently eaten beans the previous night and was venting all his obnoxious fury on my olfactory senses! I pitied my strange plight but bravely attempted to complete the programme pedalling hastily as if my life depended on it.
Next gadget was some elliptical trainer where the settings were so tight that I feared I would meet the same fate as my fellow cyclist or worse, empty my guts on the floor!
My trainer said very well done for a beginner little did he know that I slogged daily on the tennis court under the sweltering tropical sun tanning away to glory.
He asked me to pick up some weights and promptly I chose the lightest ones much to his surprise and started doing left right centre up down with them taking care so as not to injure my vital organs as my life and future progeny depend on them all the time.
Then he stretched me like some elastic doll so as to attempt to dislocate my fragile joints,he was intent on bossing over me. I survived his onslaught somehow by the grace of God.
The truth is that I was getting mightily bored of the indoor atmosphere of artificial lights and crap music played over and over again.
The faint sweaty stench was also inducing a headache..
The bodybuilders with their rippling muscles looking in the mirrors with a self adulatory gaze were also turning me off with nausea.I really thought for a moment that they were gay.
Their egos were so small compared to their huge bodies-- (egos = external genital organs !)
Any case, I had decided on quitting the gym instantly and calmly walked out.
I went to my tennis court and sat quietly there watching the rains over a cup of tea.
I realised one thing that u can't trap a wild animal in a cage.It will suffocate and die there.
Same was my plight when I was in the gym. I felt like a shackled person in there.
Rainy mornings now were spent lazily at home much to the delight of my wife.
I piled on some weight but it was cool.
I consider monsoons as my hibernation period.
Waiting for some Sunshine!
No comments:
Post a Comment