Finding Iron

I remember again why I don’t like gyms in Wellington: while Bodyworks has decent enough equipment and is gratifyingly empty in the evenings, they won’t tell you what it costs. You have to go and speak to some bullshit Personal Consultant (read: waste of space) so they can sell you crap you don’t need. And, of course, there are joining fees and rubbish like that. I’ll definitely be looking to see if I can find something with good gear and no bullshit - but I fear they don’t exist hereabouts.

Not to mention that while some twat at Bodyworks may thinks it is a clever marketing move to make use of the member’s car park conditional on plastering advertising over your car, all it does is piss me off.