Just coasting on the back of my last post; the woman on the exercise bike next to me is having a full blown, animated conversation on her phone. She’s panting heavily which I suppose is… sexy?
Unlike me, she’s pedalling very fast and sweating lots.
Also unlike me – who is able to compose this post whilst pedalling – she’s lacking the appropriate concentration necessary to multitask and has missed the pedals twice, nearly giving herself some complimentary handlebar dentistry.
This morning, as I drove up to the gym, I noticed several cars circling the car park (parking lot) like sharks.
I soon realised they were looking for spaces that were as close to the gym entrance as possible.
These people were actually trying to avoid having to walk too far. Now, I could understand this behaviour if it was raining or the zombie apocalypse was upon us, but this is Las Vegas; it’s nothing but sunshine and blue skies.
It’s a hard life.
What makes it more ridiculous is the fact that I saw these pillocks 20 minutes later clocking up miles on the treadmill.
Still, at least these cretins didn’t get my space right by the entrance.
It’s been a little over two weeks since the move to Las Vegas from sunny (ha!) Crawley in the UK. In that time I have compiled notes on a million things I want to write about but I have to resist otherwise i’ll be posting two or three times a day, and that’s a bit too much to deal with; like the Kardashians.
As an update on the important things over here, I secured a job on Tuesday with a small, unassumingmulti-million dollar company AND obtained my full 8 year driving licence [license]. I may write separate posts about those, but for now I use those memories to aid in masturbation.
On this post I want to share my observations of the gym here in Las Vegas.
I’ve been to gyms all across the country in the UK and now that i’ve moved to the USA I’ve noticed a difference in the calibre [caliber] of people that go.
In the UK the average person in the gym looks a little something like this: