I received a monthly subscription from the company to the gym. Although the money prize would be preferred, but it is not bad either. The hall itself is modern, bright, fashionable. Boys and girls are also engaged. Guys are almost all pulled, pumped, but somewhat egregious. They talk about young people, they joke about young people. I haven’t gotten that yet.
And then there comes a man, already in his age. Low, thin, already over forty, in a bagged balloon. On the runway he swallowed for a moment. Of course it was "understood" in a minute. In a joke they made bets on what "stand" of this "grandfather" will get a heart attack.
This "grandfather" approaches the free worker, businessfully, after the next catch, increases the load (from my place it seemed to be twice) and removes the balloon. In general, it was like a tractor entered the parking lot of expensive parking lots. His hands were thicker than many of his legs. The first exercise in a week that passed in absolute silence.