| Gym |
Anyone who knows us will know that the only Gym we know are two of our members,
Jim and Jimmy, but in the interests of research we stepped inside Ventura's Gym to
take these photos for those of you who work out. My personal work out was simply to
work out what on earth all these contraptions are supposed to do...it was quite
exhausting!
I was personally amazed that so many people on a cruise for just two days would head
straight for the gym - we headed straight for the buffet...but maybe that's why we are
slighty wider around the beam than they are!
As I am not an expert on such things I speak purely from an uneducated view but the
gym looked well equipped.
There was a large floor for aerobics, pilates and such like. I have to say three feet was
as close as I got to the scales (those things scare me on a ship!) but all in all it seemed
very modern, shiny and new.
DH stepped onto a running machine and against my ferverent instruction pressed a
button. The next thing he knew he was running at a pace he'd never achieved before.
Unfortunately he pressed another button again and all too soon found himself on the
floor. Apparently he managed to press the stop button on his way down.
Men will push buttons they shouldn't and meddle with things they should know better
than to meddle with! Anyway - redder from embarassment more than excercise all was
well - his sides hurt more from laughing than from his short sprint.
Jim and Jimmy, but in the interests of research we stepped inside Ventura's Gym to
take these photos for those of you who work out. My personal work out was simply to
work out what on earth all these contraptions are supposed to do...it was quite
exhausting!
I was personally amazed that so many people on a cruise for just two days would head
straight for the gym - we headed straight for the buffet...but maybe that's why we are
slighty wider around the beam than they are!
As I am not an expert on such things I speak purely from an uneducated view but the
gym looked well equipped.
There was a large floor for aerobics, pilates and such like. I have to say three feet was
as close as I got to the scales (those things scare me on a ship!) but all in all it seemed
very modern, shiny and new.
DH stepped onto a running machine and against my ferverent instruction pressed a
button. The next thing he knew he was running at a pace he'd never achieved before.
Unfortunately he pressed another button again and all too soon found himself on the
floor. Apparently he managed to press the stop button on his way down.
Men will push buttons they shouldn't and meddle with things they should know better
than to meddle with! Anyway - redder from embarassment more than excercise all was
well - his sides hurt more from laughing than from his short sprint.
