I'm going to continue with the gym theme for one more post if I may (and I may), by commenting on the unusually high number of 'seniors' that frequent Balham Leisure Centre. It's pertinent to mention it now because of the surreal experience I had this morning.
In the midst of one of my epic and, frankly, futile sessions of endeavouring to increase my weight from a paltry 6 stone to a gargantuan, Adonis-like 6 stone one pound, I noticed a sweet old chinese fella, in his sixties if not seventies, ambling over to one of the leg press machines. He walked with a slight hunch, big baggy clothes on and one of those baseball caps that's so small and pastel that it gets called a sunhat. It was more ornament than item of clothing, perched on his head the way it was; strictly speaking he wasn't actually wearing it.
After assimilating my thoughts and feelings on the hat, I noticed the slogan on his sweatshirt. At a glance I thought it said something along the lines of Zero to Hero. 'How lovely', I thought, 'probably a gift from a consortium of grandchildren who all chipped in to buy this much-loved relative a long-lasting reminder of their affection.' It was only when I re-read the text properly that I realised the sentiments being offered by this decrepit man, diligently making his way through 1 set of 3 reps in a foolhardy attempt to fend off his impending death, for the slogan actually read:
Zero to Horny in 25 Beers.
Disturbing.
