Just Carl

Dammit gym, I’m a doctor not a meat head!

Those of you who have been following a long time may remember my distinct hatred of gyms. Be it the actual buildings, the people in them, or the general environment, I can’t stand them. Never have, never will.

I’m far too big on hiking, cycling, jogging, climbing (etc) outdoors, and being a big hippy with my love of nature and fresh air.

NOW… I’ve had a re-think after my recent hiking incident that has left me legless for a while, and I’ve made some changes.

We were building a shed in our garden, but production came to a stand-still over Christmas, and now we’re left with this;

Obviously, it’s a fucking disaster when you look at it at the moment. It’s basically the frame plus a window and door. But this is what I’ve just done to the inside…

I probably need to clean it up a bit more (and remove that basin that looks like something died in it), but I think I’m on to something good here. I’ve got weights, punching bag, press-up things, sit-up thingy, kettle bell, 4kg ball thing for doing things… (all the things!). The skipping rope is there just to make me feel bad about only having one useful leg - I tend to work better when I’m angered/frustrated.

There is no insulation in there yet, and some very noticeable gaps between the window and the frame, so it’s basically like being outside, right? RIGHT?

Anyway… I’m gonna be a massive meat-head douche by summer. Watch this space.