A BOY TO A MAN

I love that smell.

If you have been in a real bodybuilder’s gym you know full well what I mean.

The taint of hard iron meets the stench of synthetic black rubber and infuses with the musk of testosterone fuelled men dripping with sweat. Sounds unappealing yet when the fumes fill my nostrils I can’t help but want to lift.

Such bodybuilding gyms have been a gift to real men since back in the day. I am sad to say that this type of refuge for masculinity has now all but died though.

I do know of one old school bodybuilding gym left but it’s not quite what it used to be. To train there you still have to know at least 3 current members or the owner won’t let you in.