Wednesday, June 08, 2005
This Ain't Your Daddy's YMCA!
Boy was I wrong about the gym here! I was expecting a bunch of pasty, flabby, hobbits. Instead, what I found was tan, tattooed, good looking, muscle guys. It seems that gay men are the same everywhere after all. Unfortunately, I seemed to be the only pasty, flabby guy there. I told Blake that I thought he only wanted take me there to humiliate me! HA!
Darren will love this part. There was this one guy who looked like a younger, better looking version of Ray Dragon! Actually after looking at that picture I can say that the guy at the gym was much better looking and in even better shape! He was definitely COLT material... and he wasn't even the best looking guy there!
This place has a modern and industrial feel. The staff at the front desk were energetic, helpful, and friendly. There was even a guy (probably a model) handing out shots of some sort of hydrating beverage throughout the gym. This was definitely NOT the Louisville YMCA! The one funny thing that happened was that Blake locked the key to the padlock on his locker inside the locker. One of the musclely girls (a real girl with boobs and everything) at the front desk grabbed her trusty bolt cutters and headed on down to the men's locker room and cut off the lock. The men in the room, in various stages of undress, seemed to be fairly untroubled by the whole ordeal.
Despite feeling quite inadequate around all these gym bunnies, Blake and I managed to have a pretty good workout. He pushed me pretty hard. It will definitely take some getting used to doing 4 sets of 12 reps instead of 3 sets of 10. I woke up in the middle of the night a little stiff and sore (from the workout, you perverts! Get your minds out of the collective gutter!) but now that I've had a nice hot shower this morning I'm feeling better.
Maybe with Blake's help and encouragement and all the stimulation... er, I mean inspiration at the gym I'll be in shape in no time!
Darren will love this part. There was this one guy who looked like a younger, better looking version of Ray Dragon! Actually after looking at that picture I can say that the guy at the gym was much better looking and in even better shape! He was definitely COLT material... and he wasn't even the best looking guy there!
This place has a modern and industrial feel. The staff at the front desk were energetic, helpful, and friendly. There was even a guy (probably a model) handing out shots of some sort of hydrating beverage throughout the gym. This was definitely NOT the Louisville YMCA! The one funny thing that happened was that Blake locked the key to the padlock on his locker inside the locker. One of the musclely girls (a real girl with boobs and everything) at the front desk grabbed her trusty bolt cutters and headed on down to the men's locker room and cut off the lock. The men in the room, in various stages of undress, seemed to be fairly untroubled by the whole ordeal.
Despite feeling quite inadequate around all these gym bunnies, Blake and I managed to have a pretty good workout. He pushed me pretty hard. It will definitely take some getting used to doing 4 sets of 12 reps instead of 3 sets of 10. I woke up in the middle of the night a little stiff and sore (from the workout, you perverts! Get your minds out of the collective gutter!) but now that I've had a nice hot shower this morning I'm feeling better.
Maybe with Blake's help and encouragement and all the stimulation... er, I mean inspiration at the gym I'll be in shape in no time!
