The gym at work reopened its doors just two weeks ago, and is now huge and shiny pretty. It has a couple of dozen treadmills and eliptical trainers, each with its own TV screen for letting your idle your brain while you work out your body. I think I'd just missed Futurama on Adult Swim, plus I prefer to run outside (and in the daytime), so I headed to the "strength area".
Every free weight has a decal with our company logo on it. Cute, but it does get sorta old after a while. I mean, do they think someone's going to steal the 110lb arm weight? Goodness knows it's not going to be me, I can hardly lift that much. ;) But, of course, in addition to the free weights we have a dozen or so other mechanical torture devices. For instance, my legs have been both abducted and adducted this evening, and my biceps, triceps, and some-other-ceps have wasted energy lifting weights and putting them back down. Being a man, I of course had to try lifting more weight than I ought to have. There wasn't even anyone around to try to impress -- it's just a subconscious action. No biggie, I didn't hurt myself, just proved to myself how much I've let my muscles atrophy. But no more!
My favorite machine is the rowing machine. It's sort of like a chest press, but you sit facing the machine, and the movement really is like rowing a boat. It's not like the freewheel rowing machines, either, the ones with the sliding seat. On this one the seat is stationary and the armatures you row have a couple of articulation points for the right motion. Pretty nice. I can close my eyes and for a few moments really believe I'm rowing a boat. And it's hard work!
At around midnight there were only about 5 or 6 people in the gym. It's very quiet, despite having about 100 different TV displays. Soon enough my muscles were aching so I headed out. I think I'll start going here more often, though. It was sorta fun.