fitness apartheid
Nov. 27th, 2003 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ajvaOver the past couple of months I have noticed that I can tell immediately whether a lady in the changing room at the fitness club has come for a swim or a workout in the gym.
The skinny ones go to the gym, the podgy ones to the swimming pool. I would appear to be the only exception to this rule. Boys and girls - what does this tell us about the relative merits of swimming and cardio machines/weight training as forms of weight control?
This won't hold true all year, of course. It is autumn now. I have been wavering in going to the gym lately and have not been going as often as I have planned (only managing one and a half times a week average) because, fundamentally, getting up at 6:30 am on cold, wet, icy, dark November mornings to get a gym visit in before work is not a huge laugh.
However, I confidently expect that by the time January rolls round I will have plenty of fellow fatty company in the gym, as it gets packed out with well-intentioned plump people taking to the cross-trainers like ducks to custard. I look forward to welcoming my own back again.
Update: Warning! This is meant as an irreverent, jokey post, nothing more. Please don't take any of it too seriously.
The skinny ones go to the gym, the podgy ones to the swimming pool. I would appear to be the only exception to this rule. Boys and girls - what does this tell us about the relative merits of swimming and cardio machines/weight training as forms of weight control?
This won't hold true all year, of course. It is autumn now. I have been wavering in going to the gym lately and have not been going as often as I have planned (only managing one and a half times a week average) because, fundamentally, getting up at 6:30 am on cold, wet, icy, dark November mornings to get a gym visit in before work is not a huge laugh.
However, I confidently expect that by the time January rolls round I will have plenty of fellow fatty company in the gym, as it gets packed out with well-intentioned plump people taking to the cross-trainers like ducks to custard. I look forward to welcoming my own back again.
Update: Warning! This is meant as an irreverent, jokey post, nothing more. Please don't take any of it too seriously.
