I am starting to think I’m a gym junkie – not because I spend hours knocking myself out at the gym but because I can’t resist joining them!
A while back I cancelled my membership with my gym because I never went. I intended to exercise on my own with occasional visits to the $4 gym up the road. That made sense.
So, last night, I was in the city, waiting for my tram and thought I’d just pop into check out the new Virgin Active. Not intention of joining, just to have a look. They gave me free coffee. They showed me a computer simulation of the club. They told me all about the features. I didn’t sway.
She showed me the bikes. Not ordinary old blah exercise bikes but ones with a “game” on the attached monitor. You have to steer and change gears and all. Just like riding a real bike without the danger of being mashed by a truck!
Still I held strong.
Then she showed me the cardio machines. With monitors. And you can dock your ipod… and watch your freaken music videos from your ipod on the monitor, while you work out. Since the only thing stopping me watching music videos when I run is the danger of DEATH, it’s perfect. OMG. So perfect.
They have other stuff too indoor rock climbing wall and a pool and SLEEPING PODS … but OMFG… watching my ipod sold me!
I just have to wait until May for them to open.
On the topic of ipods, I have a bit of a rant. Freaken people are always saying you shouldn’t run while listening to your ipod because of the danger risk. Like someone can come up from behind and clock you over the head without you noticing because you can’t hear them.
That sounds like good advice on the surface, but think about it. I’m out for my run. There are girl walking home from the train/tram stops all around the place. Girls in tottery heels. Girls who are tipsy. Girls who listening to their ipods in their drunken, high-heel wearing states. I don’t think Mr Attack is going to target super-fast (relatively fast…) running me over them.
While it’s important to protect yourself and to be alert to danger, it shits me. It just reinforces the idea that women are weak and vulnerable. Don’t leave your house. Don’t go out at night. Don’t do anything… excuse me while I break into a few verses of “Just a Girl” by No Doubt.
Also, why is it only women that are warned? It’d be interesting to see the stats on non-domestic violence – I bet there are just as many guys attacked by random strangers as women, esp if you include drunken brawls etc. I bet there are lots, lots, lots more women attacked by guys they know than are ever attacked when out running.
There are freaks out there but it’s better to do the things you enjoy rather than sitting at home quaking with fear. Personally, I encounter far more freaks and psychos on the tram than I ever have out running anyway.