My Dump Of A Gym

But first, today's tidbit:

At Loblaws today, I saw in the frozen poultry section...yup, frozen turduckens. They were pressed flat to fit in square boxes. Each is about 15 lbs and costs $99.99. Once thawed, you still have to put in your own stuffing. The thing just can't compare to mine. I feel so avant garde in my culinary art!

And now, my gym:

When a company tells me they are continuously improving their services, I get suspicious. Are they trying so hard because they are on the cutting edge, leading their industry into new business and true ways of meeting customers' evolving needs, or is it because they never got it right and still can't get it right, so they keep trying?

I'm continuously trying to get fit, since university days in fact. I never got it right. I went from too skinny to too fat. After all these years of experience, I can't say that I am into the gym life. Working out is an evil necessity. I do it to stop the fat from getting fatter.

But I do know what kind of gym is most conducive to me working out more, as much as I hate having to do it at all. I go to an industrial gym. This is a serious gym with high tech design. Its message is clear: You come here to sweat out your fat and build up your muscles. If you want comfort and toilets that work, go somewhere else.

I both love and hate this gym. Here's my gym, sitting at the corner of Bay and Davenport. The premises used to be a car dealership. Still looks like it should be selling cars.



First, what I hate about my gym:

- The toilets are always leaking or out of order. They put towels on the floor around the toilet base to keep something from running all over the floor.

Notice also the towels on the floor wrapped between the stalls.


- The hot tub is sometimes condemned. The City shuts it down with a notice about bacteria level being too high.

I wasn't able to take a photo of the hot tub and shower area because there were women using those amenities and I didn't want to turn this into a porno post.

- They don't always have towels when you go in. They are being laundered. The towels are scratchy and ragged when you do get one. No doubt, these are the same towels they use to put around the toilets on the floor. Now I bring my own.

- Repair men sometimes come through the women's change room. I no longer change, shower or use their facilities. I just work out and go home.

Tomorrow, what I love about my gym.