Sunday nights! Go around 6 on Sunday. There's no one there. Literally.
This is the scene that greeted me as I walked in to the gym tonight:
Two people were using weights when I arrived. Two. No one doing cardio. By the time I left, the two men had strolled out, to be replaced by a single teenager making use of the circuit. I've never seen it that empty before.
You can do whatever you want at the gym on a Sunday night. I took pictures. I could have blared my music and dance around like an idiot. I could have unplugged all the machines...locked the men's bathroom door so they couldn't use it (but would I want them using my bathroom?), gone tanning for free...
I could have run around naked. No one would have stopped me. I mean, maybe I would have got a talking to by the police, as the entire building has windows around it...but they don't have a keycard to get in to me. Hmmmm... If anyone scans through the security tape, they might get a bit of a shock from it, but would they take the time to trace me and my keycard entry? Doubtful.
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