Since the gym I was going to was in the same building as TAC, and no where near my house or BAC, I cancelled my membership when I left (though I’m convinced they’re still going to continue to take the $40/month out of my bank account). After a week of adjusting to my new job/schedule/commute (or being lazy), I finally joined the gym near my house.
The gym I joined is a BAG (Big Ass Gym). It has locations in three major cities, plus some in the ‘burbs (like mine). I live 1-1/2 miles away, plus I drive past it every day on the way home from the train station, so I have no excuse not to go (I also drive past my favorite Mexican restaurant every day, but have successfully avoided it. At least, so far). My branch of the gym is probably smaller than the others. It doesn’t have a pool, but it does have a sauna & a steam room (which I tried to check out in the locker room without looking like a crazy perv).
I found my way to the locker room, which had tons of lockers, built in hairdryers & lotion, plus soap & shampoo in the showers. After stashing my bag (without a lock on my locker — I like to live on the edge!), I hopped on a treadmill and tried to stealthily check out the cardio area. There were a lot of machines, and some even had their own TVs! I stayed away from those, for fear of not being able to use them. They also had some different machines that I hoped someone would use so I could see how they worked, but no luck there. They had a few of the same treadmills as TAG had, so I stuck with that, as I knew how to use it.
A guy jumped on the treadmill next to mine, cranked it up to 7.o, and began running. Every couple of minutes, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and flug it in front of him, not paying attention to the fact that someone might be walking in front of his treadmill. He did this so often, despite my nasty glances in his direction, that I was thisclose to asking the lady at the front desk to bring him a towel. I even remembered to wipe down the treadmill when I was finished, even though I tried to wave my hand in front of the paper towel dispenser like I did at TAG.
Anyway, BAG is nice. I think I’ll be happy there, at least until we move and I have to do this all over again. One day I’ll venture into the weight area, and maybe even take a class. Baby steps.