As soon as I walk in the changing room, I choose a locker and start undressing, then off I go, wearing my training suit, holding my bottle of water and a towel. One can see me wrapped in a larger one when I exit the shower. Never before had I found myself in a fitness club. Highly recommended... if you are not shy and prude, which I am not.
Once a week, I meet my personal trainer who is a qualified physiotherapist. After a first theoretical lesson, he finally made me sweat last Thursday and that was not due to him showing me and making me touch his abdominal muscles. I simply had to make mine work... There I was, following his instructions, taking very ‘interesting’ positions in a crowded place. “You have a very nice posture” he told me. Well thanks, coach... I’ve always loved gym and this is far from being a chore for me.
I had done my routine alone before and all in all, I did about two hours of hard work out that evening. Suffice it to say I was in a pitiful state the next day... I must say I feel better already and look forward to going as often as possible. Of course I must take it easy but I already feel my body is starting to respond to my physical efforts, not to mention that I smoke much less than I used to. My physical condition is improving and it is a real pleasure.
I haven’t tried the sauna yet, nor the hammam but the latter is ‘mixte’, meaning men and women go together in there. I wonder whether they go naked. I guess I will have to find that out soon enough. Meanwhile, I might have another greeting, another broad smile and another goodbye wink from the handsome man rowing just in front of me while I was pedalling earlier tonight.
P-h-w-o-a-r.... I told you already, no pain, no gain.
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You get around girl - first choir and now prancing around naked with other women. Not a gym person myself but you seem to be enjoying it so go for it.
Be interested to see what happens when the 'mixte' section is explored....
I will let you know what happened in the mixte section, Goth Master. I so wanted to try the sauna this evening but I had to run to the choir rehearsal instead. I'll probably go for it tomorrow. Right, I'm busy every evening now, a nice change indeed although I'd rather be prancing around naked... with the other gender. But we can't have it all, can we?
I have never let my towel slip as i have a birthmark on my bum and very few people have been allowed to see it. I think a little natural modesty doesn't go amiss aslong as it isn't too obsessive. I have been topless on a beach.
Good on you!
What I hate is when someone comes out the shower naked and you are trying to get ready. They then take the route round the bench to get to their locker and have to rub against you to do so.
No Goth we are not talking fantasy time here. Its wrong.
I quite agree with PI. A little modesty is a ladylike thing.
I wear a swimming costume in the sauna. The Swedes living here tut in healthy nude disapproval, but I don't care.
I envy you. It takes a tremendous effort to get me into a gym and to be regular about it. Then, once I have worked for weeks to get regular, I can drop it at a moment's notice and not even realize it for days when suddenly I will remember I used to go to the gym. And, worse still, there's a free one in the basement of this building where I work. :::sigh::: I really need the exercise, too.
I will, however, swim and hike regularly and often ... when I can and the weather cooperates or I have access to a pool or can take my dog along and can spend hours outside.
I ventured into the mixte section tonight where I was relieved to see people in bathing costumes. I didn't stay though, nor did I enter the sauna where two or three naked bodies were frying like pancakes. It was getting late and I was rather tired so I'll leave that for the week-end and I think I'll stay wrapped in my towel. You can't imagine what I've seen this time... I'm already having an overdose of nakedness, really. I couldn't agree more with you, a little modesty is a ladylike thing.
Hi Elaine! At least you swim and hike, I didn't do a-ny-thing at all. There are all sorts of gym (even dance classes) where I work but rushing during lunchtime is not my thing. I like swimming but going to the pool sounds like a chore. I should make an effort though, there's one in my neighbourhood. By the way, that's where I learned to swim when I was little. Anyway, I'm glad I finally started something, it was about time, god knows I needed the exercise too! Being regular is not that difficult, it's close to work so I go there before going home. I was back at 9.30 tonight, what a long day... I'm off to bed now, I have a date with my coach tomorrow and no, I'm not sighing, just looking forward to more serious work out!
blimey you lot are liberal. I'd love to feel that comfortable with my nakedness but comes from being brought up in the uk i think. Nudity in sauna's would be totally frowned upon in any of the gymn's i've been in, and i've never been that comfortable wandering about naked in the changing rooms either (back to large open changing rooms at school)I'm with DQ on the women who insist on going the long way round and the ones who insist on bending over right in front of you whilst drying *calm down goth!!* NO NEED, have some decorum ladies, don't mind the nakedness if you're comfortable with it but there are some things i don't want to see!.
goingthroughatoughtime - it appears that the brits are not as prudish as first imagined...
http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_2221209.html?menu=news.quirkies
Glad to see we are all LAYDEES, ladies. I always wear my pantaloons and my bodice in the sauna. And who cares what Swedes think about anything? That nudity = freedom thing is rubbish, have you seen the kind of films they make? I'm talking Berman here not Swedish Night Nurse on the Job.
Full marks MK for being so proactive and throwing yourself into group activities. Any more winks from the rower?
Daphne, I believe I saw the rower again on Thursday evening. He was lying down in a corner this time, had his arm on his face but I recognised his thighs, shaved head and expressive eyes. We kept looking at each other for a couple of seconds while I was passing by but he had gone by the time I changed into my tracksuit. I suppose I'll bump into him again next week, what a good incentive for going there every day!!
Throwing myself into group activities, that's correct. You should have seen me yesterday, I was the only woman again, right in the middle of the bodybuilding section. Coach makes me exercise in there, this time in a very embarrassing position and in front of a wall covered by mirrors. Lying on a narrow bench, I had to hold a huge balloon with my spread legs, lifted up high. I can tell you I felt rather uncomfortable, as if I was playing in the "Night Nurse & the gang bang" or something... I always keep my eyes down in there. I just don't dare looking at all these men, seeing me in such embarrassing positions, let alone that being so close to a handsome coach can be troubling enough.
I'm with you ladies on the women who insist on going the long way round and the ones who insist on bending over right in front of you. Such one was smiling at me yesterday, *ahem* I wonder why... You're not even "safe" in the corners, facing the walls, as cleaning ladies push their way though. Staring at my naked breasts was one thing but rubbing herself against me made me feel grabbing the broomstick and hit her. Enough is enough, I guess I'll just have to use the scarce dressing cabines fom now on.
Naturists can of course have their own fitness center, but why bother about special screens when they couldn't possibly ensure perverts and peeping-toms are amongst the participants...
Welcome Hercé, your blog makes for interesting reading and I particularly like the choice of the name The Witloof, yet another delicious national vegetable. The sprôtje is more humble, I agree, but also as Belgian as can be. Chicons et choux de Bruxelles, quite an inspiring subject indeed, just wait and read...
I love swimming in the niff and regularly sunbathe naked in the garden. I also like running round in the rain. It's like a very big shower.
I probably wouldn't go naked in public cos my body's not up to scratch.
"You have a nice posture". Ho gum. "You have a nice canvas" is what a former dancer - male natch - told me once. Actually, he didn't tell me, he told my cleavage.
What are you telling me to calm down for? Like I'd be interested in you all naked bending over in front of me.........
mildly interested I suppose..
Mmm. Minky last seen floating around the gym in lycra. . .
Where are my friend?
True, I spend a lot of time around the gym. Last seen sweating in the hammam last night. I'll go for it tonight again I think...
Also having a lot of work lately, so back to you all tonight. xxx
and come make a visit to my blog! Its a lonely place without you. . .
And I plan to have guest blogs back again soon. You will be first with that lovely post of yours.
Ooops! Left out the nudity bit entirely. Not bothered in the women's changing area. Prefer to be in the altogether when possible. Skinny dipping is the only way to go. If you caught the photo of the 1970 Powder Ridge festival by the lake with a naked woman from behind combing her hair, that was me.
Les Nymphes, comme les Sylphides, Dryades, Ondines... représentent la femme idéale, image chatoyante de l' « autre » qui hante les rêves des hommes. On peut y voir également l'expression du mythe de la beauté et de la ligne, lancinant, obsédant, chez les femmes du vingtième siècle.
Oh! No new post. You lied :-(
'Back to you all tonight' meant I would pay a visit to your blogs. DQ, I lied, it is true: I couldn't possibly visit all of you.
I just got home a couple of minutes ago, I had yet another very long day. Now what am I supposed to do, turn in right now or after a new post? I wouldn't like to disappoint you once more so I might write something, but it will be in French (this will serve you right, young lady...).
Dip Dop, les femmes, toujours les femmes... elles seront à l'honneur demain et c'est exactement ce dont je dois absolument parler dès ce soir.
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Heureux d'être. D'être quoi ? D'être simplement honnête malgré tout.
Dip Dop, je suis toujours honnête et cela me cause plus de problèmes qu'autres choses mais c'est un trait de mon caractère que je ne peux et ne veux pas changer.
Le grec est parfait, la note est 11 sur 10!
En un mot MERCI
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