I’m never stepping into California Fitness Centre again. I simply hate the crowded and sterile environment. It’s all metal and machines. It’s gross. I went last night ‘cos I thought it’d be nice to make use of the two free visits a month (courtesy of the UOB Lady’s credit card) and also to exercise with my friend who’s a member.
But I’ve since decided that CFC is not for me. Thank goodness none of the very pushy personal trainers approached me to sell me some gym package. I really wonder how many of them are qualified personal trainers, ‘cos they seem more like trained salespeople to me. The place’s never getting me to fork out money for a membership that’s for sure.
Every time I step into a gym like that, it just reminds me of the scene in the movie Gattaca where a line of people are running on treadmills and machines in order to attain perfection in their bodies.
The whole environment just makes me feel stressed with all the TV screens flashing and horrible music blaring away in the background. Look up at the ceiling and one sees all these pipes entwining themselves into some form of network and the aircon vents are blasting cold recycled air.
I say give me the outdoors anytime. I much prefer my swimming pool and MacRitchie Reservoir park or if I HAVE to exercise indoors, just the small little gym in my condo will do.