Arriving at Soho gyms to begin my induction was a humbling experience. Housed in a new development within the Borough area, and only a stone’s throw away from the Great Dover Street apartments, the complex itself had a smart, almost sexy exterior; its walls a multitude of blue and white, making up the gym’s trademark logo. Continue reading “Soho Gyms Blog – Part Two”

To date, when asked about my appeal to the opposite sex and what belief I have in myself, my response has always articulated the importance of personality. This, however, is to be anticipated from a man of average proportions (admittedly, where height is concerned I fall into the upper echelons of averageness); my mother always told me that appearance didn’t matter, and, up until the age of thirteen, I believed her. Conversations with my female peers also drew the same conclusions. Then came Peter Andre’s chest, swiftly followed by David Beckham’s abs before my recent female compatriots fell for the charm of Daniel Craig – especially in that swimwear scene. A clear trend was developing in my adolescent mind. Accordingly, when Soho gyms laid down the challenge of a three-month stint in their Borough gym, I accepted. Continue reading “Soho Gyms Blog – Part One”