Fitness and the (Hair) Blow-Dryer

One of my perpetual resolutions is shaping my stomach to a size that my buckle pin has more options than just one.
Fitness seems to be one of the activities that may help me here and
after paying a lot of money I am now a member of such a centre. So far,
so good and now it’s a matter of forcing myself there and start running
without ever going anywhere, push weights and passing a Phd to
understand machines that are intended to work out my body without me
doing anything. Luckily there is also a lot to experience.

An Overview:

After registering at the counter, a set of towels is given to me
as well as tag with the number of my locker. My locker is always
close to other white people’s lockers. Apparently there are some
segregation rules to avoid nativesseeing aliens undress and vice versa.
Each tredmill has it’s own tv-set. Although China has hundreds of tv-channels, a maximum of 6 available.
The channels are preset in away that CCTV 1 is under 20, going
backwards there is Shanghai TV on 8 and 6 and some other non descript
channels. In between there is a blue screen and a lot of snow.
I usually preset the channels again to keep myself distracted
from what I am actually doing. The next time the same set has been
reversed to .. well you guess.
During
the day it’s not busy. House Music is therefore on high volume to make
me feel less lonely. My headset, which I use to listen to the tv, is
now just making me look cool.
The center provides hair dry blowers which are used by guys
standing naked in front of the mirror and drying everything but their
hair. Toes, groins, and torso’s are blowed.
When I leave I am happy to eat my lunch. A burger with french fries. I have to keep a balance.