I joined up at the gym at the NCIE (National Centre for Indigenous Excellence) yesterday. I’ve been meaning to do it for a few weeks, but there was sickness, and boozing, and beer, and pinball and then some other things probably but mostly I think I was waylaid by beer.
Ahem.
Anyways, so I joined up and went for a quick run on the treadie.
The cardio gym itself is on a mezzanine level overlooking the basketball courts. I suppose this is fine when there are kids down there playing; it’s better than watching the tv screens on your machine. It’s a little odd however when, as it was last night, it’s hired out for a convention of people mostly made up of rather plump women who look like social workers, who were constantly going outside for cigarettes and who were rapidly shoving meat pies in their faces.
Still, I reckon my run was more fun than whatever the hell they were doing.
