Dutch gym to introduce 'Naked Sunday'

By TOBY STERLING, Associated Press Writer Fri Feb 2, 5:33 PM ET

AMSTERDAM, Netherlands - Self-conscious about what you wear while working out? A Dutch gym plans to introduce "Naked Sunday" for people who like to huff and puff in the buff.

Patrick de Man, owner of Fitworld gym in the town of Heteren, said he got the idea in part from two of his customers who are avid nudists.

"I heard that some other gyms are offering courses on 'pole-dancing' as a sport, so I thought: Why not bring something new to the market?" de Man said.

He said the response had been overwhelming — positive and negative.

The 70,000-member Dutch Federation of Naturists was curious to see if Fitworld's plan would work, spokesman Bernd Huiser said.

"We recently conducted a large survey among our members, and most prefer to exercise with their clothes on," he said. "The most popular activities (for nudists) are things you do outdoors, like walking on the beach, or swimming in a lake, or maybe gardening."

De Man said the first question Fitworld customers were asking was whether it would be sanitary.

Nude exercisers would be required to put towels down on weight machines and to use disposable seat covers while riding bikes. All machines would be cleaned and disinfected afterward. "We clean them every day anyway," he said.

The first "Naked Sunday" is scheduled for March 4.

 

 

« March Forth Young Man ! »  The old man said

“Must make a Stand and get Ahead

“No more flopping in your bed

“There’s no stopping when you tread

“On the ‘walker’ mustn’t dread

“Trying to pork her Ethel red

 

Sallied forth the Young Man went

With his manhood slack and bent

But ready for the main event

Where he could all his feelings vent

 

Imagine when he saw the whoppers

Of the others: all “Show Stoppers”

Wearing only their clod hoppers

With tags and names like Piet Van Kloppers

 

Feeling small and quite outclassed

The Young Man hid behind the mast

While he stared at all the vast

Boobs and Bums that wandered past

 

Then they started working out

Waving all their “things” about

Most of them were over stout

Of this there wasn’t any doubt

 

The sight just made our Young Man blush

The hairy armpits, hairy tush

And afterwards, the stampede rush

Like herds of hippos in a crush

 

To the new communal showers

Where they seemed to play for hours

With the soap that smelt like flowers

That “cleans and scrubs and also scours”

 

And so with dis-gust in his mind

The Young Man left that place behind

To find a bar where he could blind

The mem’ry of that “Bump and Grind”

 

Courses of Medication

 

Don’t get ill on Friday if you wish to guard your health

‘Cause those who gain from illness and take away your wealth

Will not be keen on Friday to probe those hurts and stinks

They’re out there catching birdies on the open golfing links

 

On Mondays you can count on them to be at beck and call

The birds called secretaries will not your requests stall

And if you get a malady on Tuesday afternoon

They’ll give you cures and fixatives, that is for health a boon

 

On Wednesday there’s a few who go to exercise their swing

But will come running if you call, you just give them a ring

On Thursday they’re preparing, for tournaments at clubs

But not the types you find in cards, or whist drives at the pubs

 

These are clubs where Doctors go for weekly consultation

Where surgeons slice and GPs hook and get congratulation

“That’s a beauty!” “What a putt!” They’ll show true dedication

So don’t get ill on Friday, friend, if you want medication