Typical touchy feely hr people to call a gym a “wellness centre”. It really should be called “portal to a torture chamber of hell and pain”. This is the attitude I’m taking in to my assessment at the gym tomorrow, where they will put me through a series of tests to figure out my fitness. I can already tell them it’s poor – I don’t need the humilation of riding a bike until I throw up. Even a guy I know who is pretty fit exclaimed when I mentioned I have an assessment.
My motivation for this pain? Primarily to fit back in to my favourite threadless t-shirts I’ve purchased over the years. Oh and it’s free. I don’t have a reputation for sticking to sports related things, so I’m hesitant to believe that this could be a long term thing, especially as I’m more in to actual sports than exercising without a winner. At least there are tvs in there to keep me occupied. That reminds me – I need to put a workout playlist on the ipod to drown out the noise of the trainer screaming “1 metre is not a workout!”
Wish me luck, I’m going to need it at the 7am this horrible thing is scheduled for. At least only the dedicated people will be there at that time. Oh wait, that makes it worse!