12 Jun '11, 3am

Fitness, nuts: The cafe was located within a fitness facility, presumably to add to its torture capabilities, wh...

The last time I stepped into a gym was when I made a wrong turn while looking for the little boys' room. This was about five years ago, and I had been sent on an assignment to a new health food cafe to subject myself to a spread of ghastly things like falafel, shredded wheat and wholegrain wraps. A rabbit would have nibbled on its own leg to add a little flavour to that meal. The cafe was located within a fitness facility, presumably to add to its torture capabilities, which is how - after several flavourless, zero-calorie, vitamin water "cocktails" - I found myself face to face with a humourless bench press machine when I was looking for a urinal. "Excuse me," I said politely to a half-man-half-rhinoceros hybrid with a neck the size of my thigh, "which way to the washroom?" He pointed across the room, flexing the impressive muscles in his index finger. "Are you a member h...

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