Well, its take almost a year if hard work and determination, but the gym looks like its finally coming together.
I’ve been so busy with buying equipment, sorting out insurance and signing up new members; that I all but forgot to update this blog! Truth be told, I’ve started using another website to advertise the gym – under the advice from a web developer friend.
However, now that the business has settled, the overheads are beginning to get covered and I can start to take a bit more time for myself.
I always enjoyed writing these posts. Sure, they’re a little self indulgent but that’s half the fun of it. In a life ruled by physical training and brutal commitment to a schedule, its really satisfying to be able to take my time and approach a task in my own way.
I can honestly say that I’ve never been more challenged in my working life, than I have been in the last year. Its a completely different kettle of fish from professional boxing, that’s for sure.
I’d spent so many hours, cumulative weeks, inside gyms that I assumed that it would be a cinch to set one up myself. All you need is a space, some showers and a locker room, right?
I’d neglected to think of all those little bits and pieces that make up the back end of a fitness establishment.
Membership rates, equipment rental, brand sponsorship, vending machines, staff pay, fitness sessions, trainers…the list goes on and on. What’s for certain is, gyms sure have come a heck of a long way since my glory days in the 70s.
For a little market research, I joined up a local chain gym to see what the competition would be like.
The first thing I noticed was the smell – not that it was bad. It was good, almost pleasant. Air conditioning was being pumped through the building, so that damp sweaty smell that I was expecting to be hit with, simply wasn’t there.
There were women there too. Good looking women – not that that’s all I care about. Back in my day it were just the butch types that came to gyms, they didn’t get any trouble from the men, for obvious reasons.
But these girls were dressed up in skin tight lycra, crop tops, backless numbers that I don’t know the names for. They were almost a distraction. I guess I should start considering making my place a bit more female friendly, maybe take down some of the boxing posters and replace them with…Beyonce?