The prize you pay when you get up so early in the morning to get to the gym, run up to the fifth floor using the stairs, and find out the gym is not yet open because one of the power lines of the mall busted the night before: An upgrade to Platinum for a day.
I had a grand time - despite of the sucky 30-minutes of not knowing whether to cross the bridge to get to the other mall when I already had 30 minutes of cardio going up the stairs, but I wouldn’t trade my non-Platinum membership for it. I enjoy s p aaaaaaaaa c eeeeeeee and A L OOOOOOOo oooOOOT of ITTTT so I wasn’t too fond of the Plat gym’s (at least in TriNoma’s) low ceilings and its probability of too much intimacy. I liked that they had free to use towels and shirts and slippers, though, which of course I didn’t use because well, I had my own.
Pictured is the Plat’s locker room for the leydeeez (We’re not usually allowed to take photos, but hey no nude here! Plus, there were no signs.). Those titas are from the North, too. I think, they, and some other folks, enjoyed the freebies.
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