I Quit the Gym!

29 Mar

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. 


5 Responses to “I Quit the Gym!”

  1. Jodi Scheib March 29, 2008 at 8:48 pm #

    Did you take anyone with you for moral support when you quit TAG?
    🙂 me

  2. Jamie March 30, 2008 at 4:23 pm #

    Good for you finding another gym! I can’t work out at a gym, I prefer working outside in the fresh air!

  3. Jane March 31, 2008 at 3:03 pm #

    Please, please update us if your bank draft doesn’t stop, because I will die of laughter if you have trouble quitting the gym.

  4. Melanie March 31, 2008 at 3:18 pm #

    Totally unrelated, but I just saw this and HAD to come tell you!


    The rumors that the reunion was greatly exaggerated were WRONG! :0

  5. Julie April 1, 2008 at 7:23 pm #

    I wish I did, Jodi!

    Jamie, I need someone to take the money away from me to force me to work out. I prefer running outside too, but, left to my own devices, I’ll sit at home and eat Cheetos instead of working out!

    Jane, then I’ll have to quit the bank too!

    Yay, Mel! I’m so excited!

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