Monday, February 16, 2009
Squat! Press! Frostbite!
As I may or may not have mentioned in my previous one-sided discussions with you, there is in fact a weight room here in Fort Simpson. Norice I said "a" weight room. As in "you better learn to love it cause you ain't got shit else to choose from!"
Actually that's not entirely true. The RCMP detachment has a small weight room. That would be nice...but I dunno, it's either pay thirty some odd dollars a month for the Friendship Centre's weight room, or commit my life to the RCMP. No offense to the RCMP, but I think I'll stick with forking over the money at the moment.
Now before I bitch and whine, let me be clear in that I really enjoy a few aspects of the weight room. For one, it's hardly ever used by anyone, which means it's very rare to have to share the room with anyone else. Then again, I don't usually workout until 9 or 10 at night. I'm trying to keep with my image of being a loner, a rebel, a guy that works out at night! (*thoughtful look off into the distance*)
The other thing I really like is that you access it via a number coded door, which means 24 hour access, 365 days a year.
Now for the bad...
Remember how I mentioned that there's hardly anyone else who uses it? Well I'm not gonna point any fingers but it seems like nooooooobody else puts their shit away there, and every few weeks, something else goes missing. And when (yes I know you're not supposed to start a sentence with AND!) you use a rather limited weight room, when ANYTHING goes missing, it might as well be the worst day of your life. (no exaggeration here...nope none)
Like say the 10lbs plates...there's only TWO of them! TWO! So, when one of them goes missing, such as one did last week...that only leaves ONE! Weights like to work together in pairs! Best buddies! You take away one, you're separating the other from its soul mate! The agony of it all! EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!
The other thing that really irks me is that the number code door tends to freeze solid when it's below -20C, so it pretty much leaves the place wide open for any Tommy Troublemaker to go in with his (or her...we'll call this theoretical female "Tabitha Troublemaker") friends and basically trash the place and leave garbage/beer cans everywhere. And sure as sugar, people do just that. So I often have the pleasure of spending the first 15 minutes of a Sunday workout cleaning up like the weight room was a pub by night.
Can I complain about one more thing? I can? Aww gee, thanks!
Now I have a good idea of why this is why it is, but the weight room is effffffin COLD. It used to have a thermostat that you could adjust at your own will, but some people abused the privilege and left it cranked all the time so that thermostat had to be cut. Now it's just left freezing cold all the time. How cold?
Now that may not seem that frigid, but when you're lifting weights it's generally considered not a good idea to be even a little cold. Pulled muscles, lower heart rate, etc etc...
Plus it's just plain unpleasant to grab the bar and actually be in pain before you've even lifted it due to how cold it is.
But alas, I am destined to remain at this weight room until the GNWT decides that it should be a human right in every community to have a fully functioning, proper weight room. I'm not holding my breath on this one.
Ooh but look in this one last picture:
A speed bag and heavy bag!
I do love that as I walk across the weight room I can throw out a blood-curdling scream and a kick as I please. Of course I've also done so and not realized that someone else had come into the room. Needless to say, there was a lot of stammering and side to side eye shifting. Sometime I just give a nod to them, as if to say "Damn right. You wanna be next? Didn't think so."
You've been warned.
at 12:15 PM