Gyms are interesting places. Full of the body beautiful and the body not so beautiful. If you're a member of a gym look around you on your next visit, you can see a multitude of different personalities and types.
For fun I like to give each of the regular participants at my local gym a name, for example we have the 'personal panderer' (privately employed personal trainer), the '60 year old thong' (yes she really does wear one at that age), the 'dominatrix' (I'll leave that one to your imagination), lurch (yup, he could have auditioned), the 'cardio junkie' (obvious isn't it), 'no.4' (has to have that locker number every visit), etc etc.
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