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Globo Gym
So I’ve joined a gym. Having not set foot in one for over four years, I’m back on the treadmill. Well, I should qualify that. There are no treadmills at my gym. There are also no TVs, no mirrors, and no music either. This is hardcore. You are there to work out, not - I repeat not - to flex your biceps in the mirror.
The minute I walked in to my new gym, I knew it was different. It’s like a New York loft replete with stripped floors, heavy duty machines… and lots of elderly people. I kid you not. You see, my gym is also a curative therapy centre for those suffering from chronic back pain. I kind of like that - not just because I’ve suffered back pain in the past, but also because there is no lycra, no preening and no cross trainers.
The philosophy behind the gym is taken very, very seriously. I don’t just have a users manual, but I’ve also been given an actual book by the founder of the gym. It’s my bedtime reading, don’t you know. It’s all about building strength and I quite like the idea of being a strong woman. I can get as much cardio as I like on my bike, but I need to build up strength too.
The staff are lovely, but there is something about them that just says “Globo Gym” to me. If you’ve seen Ben Stiller in Dodgeball (and I won’t blame you if you haven’t), you’ll know what I mean.
Which is all very well, except the whole time, I was secretly hoping my gym would be more like this!My personal trainer is introduced in the next clip at 1min 10secs… see, he spends ALL his time at the gym (just like me):
Don’t you love it?
