When I go to the gym, I always try to take the time to read the hastily made and amatuerish notices posted up around the place. They are usually mundane, rich with trivial details which are soul-crushingly boring to me: A new class which the brain-dead mums can go to make their fanny's tighter again, why the air con has been moderatley too cold in the men's changing room, a reschedule of this week's 'Spin Class'. But last week one really caught my eye.
The notice proclaimed. COMPETITION:
Complete the Mont Blanc challenge, 120Km trek/climb on the cross trainer this month. The person with the quickest time will win 3 sessions of personal training.
If I could complete a 120Km trek/climb in a sweaty gym, choked by the stench of stale sweat and testosterone, I wouldn't need a fucking personal trainer, because, arguably I'd be the fittest (or at least the most competitive) person in the gym. I think that the person with the worst time should win the personal training, they obviously need it most!
This kind of incentive is self-defeating and nonsensical. It's like watching Michael Schumacher winning a Grand Prix and then walking on the podium to receive his prize of... 3 free driving lessons.
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