"Gym people are bronze and shiny and vain!", I would have said. "Why coop yourself up in a sweaty, grunty room with So Fresh 2005 pumping, when you could be honing your abs in the privacy of your own home?"
But on a whim, I got myself a membership. And I am slowly eating my words (with a scoop of protein powder, of course).
You see I didn't realise that in a town of 800, chances are you will be the only one there. No-one to perspire all over the exercise ball until it resembles Bert Newton's head! No-one to correct your squatting style! No-one to put you off with alarming birth-giving moans!
And I can blast Carly Rae Jepsen without a soul to judge me.
The gym: 3.5/5