Fancy gym no. 2

I ventured into fancy gym no. 2 today on my way home from work.

Anna was todays tour guide. Anna is lovely. Small and blonde, she made me feel a lot less insecure than me ol' mucker Seth (who, FYI keeps ringing me his amazing 24 hour only deals - I swear he's a flat cap and a Robin Reliant away from being Del Boy).

This unnamed health emporium boasted a plethora of CV machines, a ton of free and fixed resistance kit, a ridiculously long list of excitingly named, sweat inducing classes including core zone, TRX, Ab attack, Fast class (?), PUNCH and power plate. Plus tennis courts, a gorgeous swimming pool, aerobics, pilates, yoga, personal trainers etc. Also in tow, a jacuzzi, a steam room, a sauna and a wee shop for buying beauty supplies AND you can also drop in for a massage. Also, a coffee shop you can hang out in after your gruelling workout.

It's very close to work, easy and safe to get to and the place had a really good feeling about it. No word of a lie, I could live there. Easily.

There's just only one, teeny tiny flaw to my new life as a stress free, gym bunny hanging out with the elite. Wonga. Yes, dosh, cash, dough, legal tender. The salient fact of the matter is that I just can't justify spending, what I consider, to be an obscene amount of money, on a health club when I have a mortgage and all the trappings such as insurance and furniture to purchase.

We need to turn our garage into a gym. Pronto.

Do excuse me, I need to check out what deals Tesco have on treadmills......