S&C 25:00 
This was going to be for an hour before work but I stayed in bed for 1:45 past my alarm, pretty strong from me, so lunch time it was instead. Not to be intimidated the first thing I did was walk over to a semi free squat rack (no time for a proper warm up today) and asked the two gentlemen next to it very politely if they were still using it. They said that "it was indeed free, but we would like to use the 20kg barbell" I replied "yes certainly, that's fine, there's no chance of me needing that, I'm not even sure I can lift it up!".
The first thing I did was to drop the existing 10kg weights on the bar to the floor and replace them with much more macho 5kg weights for a set of 6 split squats each side - need to do something with my right leg as that knee is quite wobbly. Then straight onto 8 press ups. I took it up a level for my next 2 sets of 6 split squats by placing a 2.5kg on each side, ramping my weight up from 30kg to 35kg! MAASSSSIIIVVVEEE. With another 2 sets of 8 press ups, struggled on the last set - had to do a couple of knee press ups instead, 'everyone has to start somewhere' so they say.
I made my way and moved from the sweaty big boiiss over to the more open section of the gym designed to allow people the space to be more expressive with their movements. All I wanted was a box which was at a height just below my knees. But I could not find such an item so was left to settle with a wee diddy step up box about 15-20 cm too short. By this point the two polite young men whom I had the pleasure to speak to earlier had followed me and started lunge walking with kettlebells. I did my duty as a Brit and didn't make eye contact with them for the rest of the time we were there.
Once I had my step set up infront of the mirror for my step ups I grabbed a 20kg weighted bag from its rack with as much explosive power as the water in a toilet when you try to flush a toilet twice in quick succession. I stepped up and down with this bag balanced on top of my shoulders a few times each side, noticing my right knee was a little all over the place before I set off in search of a pull up bar. All I wanted was a horizontal bar, elevated a minimum of 1.8m from the ground. There was only one. 'How on earth does such a huge gym only have one pull up bar which doesn't force your arms to extend beyond your shoulder width?' I thought to myself. Upon leaving I saw a suggestions board, and oh boy will I be suggesting this, The Gym Group Meanwood – you've been warned. Unfortunately I could not use the single pull up bar as someone else was using another piece of the same equipment machine thing. I have no clue I don't go near them. I had to settle with one of the btec pull up bars instead. I managed 3 unaided then did a few more with an elastic band. I kept it to this as I was concerned about building unnecessary back muscle mass.
It was then my time to leave, so I headed back to the changing room where a man older than 25, younger than 75, probably around 50 was stark naked. My strategy in dealing with where to look was a balance of two extremes: 1) Not looking at all as that would be rude and 2) Staring to show that the fact he was wearing no clothing did not phase me. So I settled with only not averting my vision when his back was turned, so everyone else could see I had no issue with it but I wasn't perceived to be rude.
I'll have to head back on Sunday morning probably to finish exercises I was hoping to do – I'll do two warmups to make up for the one I missed today – and I'll read up on what to do to help the stability in my right leg.