Upstairs, there’s a gym. It’s full of people pretending they love running. The air smells like rubber mats and determination.
You’ll see someone grunting while lifting tiny weights. You’ll see someone else jogging incredibly slowly on a treadmill. It’s a beautiful mess.
Best part? The windows overlook the pool. You can watch swimmers while you sweat. It’s motivational and a little bit creepy. Don’t stare.
The Changing Room Chronicles
Ah, the changing rooms. A universe of their own. You’ll find a single sock on the bench. You’ll hear a child shouting about a pineapple.
The hair dryers sound like angry bees. But they work. And the lockers? They always demand a £1 coin you don’t have.
You’ll inevitably drop your flip-flop in a puddle. It’s a rite of passage. Embrace the mild grossness.
