Big box. Small box. Gymbox. By Lulu Le Vay
Big box. Small box. Gymbox.
By Lulu Le Vay, Gymwatch!
Who would’ve thought? Gobby fitness blog Gymwatch! being invited down to London sports-meetsclubbing concept Gymbox in Bank to experience their wares. For those who are new to Gymwatch!, imagine Runner’s World being invaded by a hung-over ex music journalist – that’s me dear readers, Lulu Le Vay - with an addiction to fitness that would give ‘Mad Lizzie’ a run for her money
(minus the dodgy peach tracksuits). As a virgin Gymbox visitor where does one start? Is it a gym? Is it a club? It was like walking into a warehouse venue during office hours (with live DJs) with the luminous yellow and orange walls, glittering chainmail Gymbox logo shimmering seductively behind the counter, and a bunch of chiseled VPTs (very personal trainers) scampering around the gaff as if they
were about to break out into a dance routine on top of a podium. A heady whirl of muscles, white teeth and tattoos – what more could a girl ask for? (don’t worry lads - the female VPTs are pretty damn hot, too). Out of the plethora of fitness classes on offer (‘Look Better Naked’ to ‘Thug Workout’) I decided to go for
‘The Rave’. Buzzing full of nostalgia for ‘back in the day’ I was up for embracing the GloSticks and throwing some shapes old school style - but I had no idea I’d be doing this whilst leaping about on a trampette. Doing the ‘big box small box’ and trying not to fall off an extremely small trampoline was a challenge not to be
sniffed at. Success! After 45 minutes of hurling myself around raver style in a
darkened room I felt pretty amazing - I’d completed a decent aerobic workout and had a brilliant laugh (at myself) in the process. I’d been able to shake off the day with a bit of unashamed ‘fun’, which really was quite the tonic. And yes, this old raver remembered the tunes the first time around...
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