I’ve joined back up to a gym.
The Rockhampton Fitness Centre, aka “Norm’s Gym” is the oldest gym in the city, and dudes have been coming here to lift heavy things since the 1960s. It was built in an old bank on the river, and they even have the old steel safe door open.
While it’s cheap and the staff aren’t creepily cheerful, it is a bit run-down. Sure, it has the equipment I need, but they haven’t updated the “inspiring fitness posters” since the 1980s.
As a result, they’ve gone from inspiring to hilarious. I tried to grab pictures of as many as I could… I didn’t want people to think I was some weird sort of pervert taking pictures of my fellow gym members.
[caption id=”attachment_639” align=”alignnone” width=”329” caption=”The happy couple.”]
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[caption id=”attachment_640” align=”alignnone” width=”585” caption=”Hello boys! This is in the “ladies only” area of the gym.”]
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[caption id=”attachment_641” align=”alignnone” width=”329” caption=”Thank god my shitty phone camera couldn’t capture the full bald patch and camel toe glory in this poster.”]
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[caption id=”attachment_642” align=”alignnone” width=”585” caption=”This man has exceptional flexibility and core strength.”]
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[caption id=”attachment_643” align=”alignnone” width=”329” caption=”We even have Arnie! Pre Terminator, Governator and Sperminator.”]
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