Saturday, February 12, 2005
Fitness Fatigue
Tried out the two more upmarket versions of the gym I attend over the last two days.
Friday's (mis)adventure was a little disappointing. Sure, the gym had an outdoor spinning centre. (Which seems kinda counter-intuitive. Somehow.) but there were too many things cramped into too little floorspace, and the table-tennis-sized (ok I'm exaggerating for those of you who don't get it) swimming pool didn't quite impress me. The gym was also rather under-equipped, and drinks were rather steep. Running on the treadmill afforded a from-the-trenches view of the raised swimming pool and not much else. It was... okay I guess.
One thing I couldn't help noticing was that the showers had a mysterious third dispensor labelled "conditioner", without, unlike all the muscle-machines, instructions for use. Must be this whole new confusing metrosexual male thingummygig. Mutter.
Quiz. For the guys only. Conditioner - before, or after?
I have it on good authority from someone who looks like a shampoo-ad on legs (and not that kind of cheapo 3 in 1 shampoo here either, we're talking atas shampoo) that it is... err. was it after. I forget now... shrug.
Anyway todays experience was much better. Getting to the gym took three frustrating attempts thanks to the one-wayness of traffic in that particular part of the city. Miss the fateful (last) turn-off and bang, you're on an expressway headed towards changi airport, ten minutes from the next turn-off. And there is all of one way of getting there.
It was, shall we say, quite a turn-off. Ahaha.
Fortunately the gym itself was great, with a little balcony area set with deckchairs and tables overlooking the city skyline, and a modestly sized swimming pool made to appear much larger thanks to good design. Score one for the architects.
The gym wasn't fantastically well equipped either, but it had more stuff, and a large glass window along an entire wall of it with that same awe-inspiring ninth-storey top-of-the-world view.
And there wasn't no conditioner either.
Although one must wonder what the point of transparent clear-glass doors to the shower cubicles is.
Shrug.
*****
I wonder why my comments boxes have shut themselves down. I guess the chaps at enetation have decided I'm a liability, what with all the hate-comments I get. Heh.
*****
Plans for the week :
1) survive on-call
2) register for exam
3) cut 2.4 time down below 10.30. the machines hate me. I reckon this really is the matrix. Every 100m I start my sprint earlier affects my time in a reverse-exponential manner (logarythmic?) and right now I'm at the stage where it no longer appears to have any effect. Grrr.
4) write article which may well cost me job
5) write (as ordered by one of my friends) a screenplay for a feature-movie about the goings on in a doctor's staff room. Complete with salacious gossip, overt flirting, the odd sex scene and in-depth heart-to-heart conversations.
In other words, all the stuff that never ever happens in a real-life staff room.
Speaking of which, there is no doctor's lounge in this hospital. Why is that, I wonder. I suppose in Singapore doctors do not have the right to lounge, or even slouch. Ahaha, bad joke.
Some of our on-call rooms are only slightly larger than coffins and just as well lit. Well, okay fine some coffins get daylight, and none except the most new-fangled have flourescent lighting.
If I had my way, I'd build an extra floor on top of this hospital just for doctors. Yeah. The On Call Floor, with three converted wards each with spacious on call rooms for the general surgery, medical and orthopedic staff, surrounding a central lounge area. The fourth converted ward could either be a large recreational area, with ping pong table / swimming pool (heh), and wide-screen TV of course, or else a similar setup for nursing staff on call.
Man, if I were the hospital administrator...
...we'd probably be bankrupt.
Friday's (mis)adventure was a little disappointing. Sure, the gym had an outdoor spinning centre. (Which seems kinda counter-intuitive. Somehow.) but there were too many things cramped into too little floorspace, and the table-tennis-sized (ok I'm exaggerating for those of you who don't get it) swimming pool didn't quite impress me. The gym was also rather under-equipped, and drinks were rather steep. Running on the treadmill afforded a from-the-trenches view of the raised swimming pool and not much else. It was... okay I guess.
One thing I couldn't help noticing was that the showers had a mysterious third dispensor labelled "conditioner", without, unlike all the muscle-machines, instructions for use. Must be this whole new confusing metrosexual male thingummygig. Mutter.
Quiz. For the guys only. Conditioner - before, or after?
I have it on good authority from someone who looks like a shampoo-ad on legs (and not that kind of cheapo 3 in 1 shampoo here either, we're talking atas shampoo) that it is... err. was it after. I forget now... shrug.
Anyway todays experience was much better. Getting to the gym took three frustrating attempts thanks to the one-wayness of traffic in that particular part of the city. Miss the fateful (last) turn-off and bang, you're on an expressway headed towards changi airport, ten minutes from the next turn-off. And there is all of one way of getting there.
It was, shall we say, quite a turn-off. Ahaha.
Fortunately the gym itself was great, with a little balcony area set with deckchairs and tables overlooking the city skyline, and a modestly sized swimming pool made to appear much larger thanks to good design. Score one for the architects.
The gym wasn't fantastically well equipped either, but it had more stuff, and a large glass window along an entire wall of it with that same awe-inspiring ninth-storey top-of-the-world view.
And there wasn't no conditioner either.
Although one must wonder what the point of transparent clear-glass doors to the shower cubicles is.
Shrug.
*****
I wonder why my comments boxes have shut themselves down. I guess the chaps at enetation have decided I'm a liability, what with all the hate-comments I get. Heh.
*****
Plans for the week :
1) survive on-call
2) register for exam
3) cut 2.4 time down below 10.30. the machines hate me. I reckon this really is the matrix. Every 100m I start my sprint earlier affects my time in a reverse-exponential manner (logarythmic?) and right now I'm at the stage where it no longer appears to have any effect. Grrr.
4) write article which may well cost me job
5) write (as ordered by one of my friends) a screenplay for a feature-movie about the goings on in a doctor's staff room. Complete with salacious gossip, overt flirting, the odd sex scene and in-depth heart-to-heart conversations.
In other words, all the stuff that never ever happens in a real-life staff room.
Speaking of which, there is no doctor's lounge in this hospital. Why is that, I wonder. I suppose in Singapore doctors do not have the right to lounge, or even slouch. Ahaha, bad joke.
Some of our on-call rooms are only slightly larger than coffins and just as well lit. Well, okay fine some coffins get daylight, and none except the most new-fangled have flourescent lighting.
If I had my way, I'd build an extra floor on top of this hospital just for doctors. Yeah. The On Call Floor, with three converted wards each with spacious on call rooms for the general surgery, medical and orthopedic staff, surrounding a central lounge area. The fourth converted ward could either be a large recreational area, with ping pong table / swimming pool (heh), and wide-screen TV of course, or else a similar setup for nursing staff on call.
Man, if I were the hospital administrator...
...we'd probably be bankrupt.
