You see… Wellington is built on a bucket-load of fault lines, so we’re all just hanging out waaaaaaaaiting for the Big One (earthquake).
My new gym is set up in quite an old building in the middle of town. It’s had a fair bit of work on it, so it should be relatively safe in an earthquake (well, as safe as it can be), but some of the updates can give you a fright.
One of the things they do to buildings is ensure that floors, etc, can move more freely to prevent cracks and friction from bringing the building down.
So when you get 60 people jumping in time to music with a thumping sub-woofer rattling the walls, the floor moves. The building shakes. It feels alive.
If you’re on a treadmill, or squatting like a boss, you don’t feel it so much.
If you’re lathering the shampoo in your hair in the shower it’s scary as all hell.
This morning was similar. But the hot water ran out.
It’s own kind of horror!