It would seem that the pointy end of the fitness industry might be Fitness First’s Platinum. It’s like traveling by plane in the front end; it’s always the most prestigious place to be. Fitness First Platinum has all the trappings for the discerning gym junky and if the regular Platinum isn’t exclusive enough members can upgrade to the Black Label, imagine not having to wash your own gym gear again.
Where the stars align
Yesterday while on an impromptu visit to Platinum I was surprised to see none other than Nicole Kidman training away on her pec deck. What amazed me just as much as seeing her mixing with the eastern suburbs set, was her inability to grimace, her face was expressionless, like a Venetian mask, I assume the product of botox.
They always look better on TV
I was disappointed, Nic looked pretty ordinary and she had the body of a taut teenage boy and an uninteresting face, certainly a far cry from the face that launched the new Chanel perfume. Her trainer looked as though he may have stuck the odd syringe into his dial as well; between the two of them they looked like department store dummies.
Nick needs to increase the weight and reduce the sets
As her trainer walked off to attend to his needs Nicole continued to press twenty or more reps out on the pec deck, I felt the urge to drop her my card and some advice to increase the weight and drop the reps, she looks stringy enough. Lower reps and heavier weight would allow a bit more shape to grow on her androgynous frame.
It’s all happening at the pointy end
Fitness First Platinum certainly has its fair share of well-heeled clients if the Westfield car park on the gym level is anything to go by, it looks like the window of a prestige car dealers shop. Oh well back to slumming it tomorrow back to where the real people smell, fart and in most instances can still grimace. And it would appear that Nic may have finally become a real life Stepford Wife!



