It has been a while since I've posted about my woes in the gym, largely because my comings and goings in that area have been blissfully uneventful but the status quo has now been shattered by the recent arrival of a fitness nut who seems to spend every waking hour subjecting himself to the rigours of physical exercise of some form or another.
In fact he spends so much time keeping fit that he possesses that sense of entitlement that such folks tend to have and woe betide anyone who gets in his way.
Just the other evening I was taking a breather between reps on the leg extender (very good for my water on the knee) and a slap on the shoulder followed by a "Hey bud, let's circulate!" made me jump out of my skin. Well, apparently it's not the done thing to take a breather to recover between each set. One is to spring straight to one's feet and jog to the next set of apparatus according to this character who introduced himself as Jim and then proceeded to tell me he spends so much time in the gym that he's started spelling his name with a 'G'.
A couple of days later he was at it again. I was halfway through a particularly vigorous session on the rowing machine when there was a flurry of activity off my starboard bow as Gym decided to hook his feet under my rowing machine and started performing a set of sit ups, almost tipping me over each time he pulled himself up from the supine position.
And it's not just the gym with which he indulges his obsession. Anywhere where there is some form of physical activity going on he'll be there.
Just the other day I walked past the playing field where the boys were warming-up for their match and there he was in among them performing a set of burpees.
I thought I'd seen it all until leaving the tennis club after my real tennis lesson last night. There was a ballet class going on in the sports hall and, would you believe it, there at the end of the line of schoolgirls in their little pink tutus, was Gym stood "en pointe" doing some kind of "I'm a little teapot" routine.
I can't help wondering whether I should notify the police?
In fact he spends so much time keeping fit that he possesses that sense of entitlement that such folks tend to have and woe betide anyone who gets in his way.
Just the other evening I was taking a breather between reps on the leg extender (very good for my water on the knee) and a slap on the shoulder followed by a "Hey bud, let's circulate!" made me jump out of my skin. Well, apparently it's not the done thing to take a breather to recover between each set. One is to spring straight to one's feet and jog to the next set of apparatus according to this character who introduced himself as Jim and then proceeded to tell me he spends so much time in the gym that he's started spelling his name with a 'G'.
A couple of days later he was at it again. I was halfway through a particularly vigorous session on the rowing machine when there was a flurry of activity off my starboard bow as Gym decided to hook his feet under my rowing machine and started performing a set of sit ups, almost tipping me over each time he pulled himself up from the supine position.
And it's not just the gym with which he indulges his obsession. Anywhere where there is some form of physical activity going on he'll be there.
Just the other day I walked past the playing field where the boys were warming-up for their match and there he was in among them performing a set of burpees.
I thought I'd seen it all until leaving the tennis club after my real tennis lesson last night. There was a ballet class going on in the sports hall and, would you believe it, there at the end of the line of schoolgirls in their little pink tutus, was Gym stood "en pointe" doing some kind of "I'm a little teapot" routine.
I can't help wondering whether I should notify the police?
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