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The car showroom warehouse unit has turned into a gym overnight. Low lit lights highlight the out-of-work-early joggers and the two step, bought-a-new-ipod-for-this-run, sweaty runners. Framed central in the glass, they bounce on mountain passes over Swiss clear rivers and around back through obscure European cities, all whilst on the spot listening to Radio 4 podcasts from the week before. Low cut tops offer no support for the weary and the lifting gloves of the man at the back are fingerless and ripped, unlike his overweight torso, though his BMW makes him believe that this warehouse unit on the outskirts of Huddersfield is the Venice beach of the North.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
HUDDERSFIELD
The car showroom warehouse unit has turned into a gym overnight. Low lit lights highlight the out-of-work-early joggers and the two step, bought-a-new-ipod-for-this-run, sweaty runners. Framed central in the glass, they bounce on mountain passes over Swiss clear rivers and around back through obscure European cities, all whilst on the spot listening to Radio 4 podcasts from the week before. Low cut tops offer no support for the weary and the lifting gloves of the man at the back are fingerless and ripped, unlike his overweight torso, though his BMW makes him believe that this warehouse unit on the outskirts of Huddersfield is the Venice beach of the North.
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tim-knight
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
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