Gym - 20100601

I visited a gymnasium last Sunday. Rare thing.

Though fond of sports, no matter do it or watch it, I have not gone to gym house after graduation. To me, it is always boring to deal with machines. Also, being muscular is never my top priority. I prefer to be fit and thin. Thus, swimming and running suffice.

Hong Kong gymnasiums are peculiar, in both the sense of setting and users. Most of the gymnasiums are located in commercial buildings. We could watch body movement easily through the transparent glass-wall. Some of their action were less than agile, others were willing to share their body-line with any pedestrian. Like fish in an aquarium, users mind their own businesses, consciously or unconsciously.

Men in gym house are often narcissistic. In the weight-lifting session, all the gentlemen, either scantily-clad or even undressed, with their tight pants on, are challenging dumbbells that are beyond the limit of human beings. Surrounded by glass walls, men are obsessed by the reflection of flexing muscles. Smell of animal fills in every corner of the room, sweat keeps dropping from different bodies, the ambiance is obscure.

However, sometimes, gym house do provide a better environment to work out. Like last Sunday, the sky was yellow, air was heavy and humid, and temperature was high. Outdoor running becomes torture. By avoid skipping a good day to exercise, gymnasium is still an acceptable venue.