Last week my old gym closed. It was a good place. They had to close because the bastards below removed some walls so the whole of the gym floor had started to collapse under the weight. No more gym. It was a good place. Until recently it has both a squat rack and power cage. It was a semi-dungeon on the first floor.
I searched around for a new gym. I visited pretty much every gym in the area.
A condensed version of most of the gyms:
Trainer: Here’s the gym, all types of machines and over there is the squash courts, and there is a room for badminton, spinning.
ME: Any free weights.
T: Yeah, we have some free weights. See
[points to some dumbells]… and over here we have a sauna, solarium…etc
ME: Thanks. Bye.
One place didn’t have any free weights at all. Thet trainer showed me a machine pointing to the muscle it trained. I was not amused.
In one place it was getting better, almost.
T: Here’s the gym. This is the machine areas, and there is a room for courses, spinning, etc
ME: Any free weights.
T: Yeah, we have some free weights.
[walk over to the bench area]
ME: can I deadlift, squat?
T: Yes, just take a bar from one of the benches.
I look around. The largest weight they have is 15kg (35lbs) and that it a thick rubber turd. As I deadlift over 200kgs (450lbs) I worked out that I caould not deadlift here. I could fit a maximum of about 120kgs (250lbs) on the bar (non-olympic by the way).
Me: Thanks, bye.
Finally I find somewhere that has free weights. I can deadlift, use chalk (as long as I clean up after myself) and squat. They don’t have a proper squat rack or cage, but we’ll see how good they are at spotting. I mentioned that they had no rack or cage and the re was a big BBer training. He came over and we chatted a bit and he said that you didn’t need a cage, just a spotter. Turns out he is the head trainer, so we’ll see how willing they are to spot me on ME days ;o)
Oh yes, and at this gym they even have…gasp…women. In the old gym there was maybe one female every 2-3 months. Today I went to the gym for the second time and there were about 6. Yup count em…6 of the female species. Some eye candy at last (for the rest periods, obviously).
Still. Nothing beats the old gym. The dirt, the sweat, the tile on the floor that when lifted revelaed some plaster (or something) that when ground up worked very well instead of magnesium, the huge picture of a nubile, tattoed woman on the wall, the fact that I wcould get into the cage and know that I can go for a max squat and fail without killing myself. aahhh good days…
sorry for the loooooong post. end of story.