My Swedish Gym

As many of you are probably aware... about a month ago I broke down and joined a gym. Unwilling to be inconvenienced in any way, I joined a gym that is exactly a 3.25 minute walk from my apartment.

The Gym is called "World Class Fitness" and has destroyed every last miniscule molecule of my self confidence.

You see, a normal gym is a place where people go to work on their physique. The word "work" implies there are still areas that can be improved. My gym on the other hand is a place where cyborg robots go to flaunt their .09% body fat and rippling biceps.

The other gym goers are petrifying! Their brute strength being contained by nothing more than shiny spandex lurex blend body suits. I've seen grandmas come hobbling in on walkers, rip of their jackets and then run on the treadmill for an hour! A paraplegic lifting 150 kgs!! A deaf blind person complete a kick boxing class!!! These people simply aren't human!!!

Today for the first time in a month there was an exception and I almost wept for joy. Out of the sea of physical perfection stood a slightly overweight but kind looking man of around 25. Soo eager to finally find someone on my level, I went out of my way to smile at him at every opportunity. Crunches...look up smile... dumb bells...look up smile... and so on in this pattern for 20 minutes. My tubby chubby friend unfortunately, could not be bothered to look at his fellow physically challenged compatriot, because his attention had been caught by the Giselle Bundchen look alike on the recumbent bike.

And so it goes...