The place is rock!

So today is thee Day… will see how it turns out ….

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell about the new gym that I’m going now.

Well, I’m tellin’ … the place is rock!

Space-wise, the place is even bigger than the previous gym that I went. They do have every imaginable equipment and weight, but old and rusty though. I don’t see not a single fancy equipment there – all cast iron dumbbell, plate, cable and barely padded bench.

They even have kettlesack, bet you never see one of this in your faggy fitness center back home.

Loud head-banging music in the background (oh yeah.. supposedly to kick your adrenaline and keeps you pumping I guess), musty air heavy with a smell of sweats and with all four walls half covered with old pictures of Arnold in all conceivable poses of muscle group.

I leave it to your imagination on the piece-poor condition of the locker room and shower.

Hoo boy, if that is not rock I don’t what is.

Well…this joint can only mean serious business for hardcore rats.

The people are not that friendly, but in this part of the world, I would not expect them to be friendly anyway.

~ by pickholes on May 22, 2009.