I’ve almost always been an avid gym goer. In college, I went almost every day (which was good, considering that I ate hamburgers for breakfast almost every day as well thanks to Sonic).
Since entering the working world, however, gym memberships have always been somewhat of a dilemma. Spending eight to ten hours of your day chained to a desk leaves one with little energy for workouts before or after. Plus, the working world for me also usually translated into the broke world. No money, mo’ problems.
Still, I almost always eventually ponied up the cash for a gym membership. When I was running, I needed the gym so I could use the treadmills when the weather sucked (which in Oklahoma was like, always). When I wasn’t running, I enjoyed trying out different workout classes or using the weight room.
When I first moved to DC, I was all like “Oh cool I have no money, but howabout I pay $200 to sign up at Sport & Health and then $60 a month!”
Oh, I was so stupid.
For the first month when I had no friends and no life, I was all about going to the gym. Then, I made friends and starting doing things and staying out late (I blame Tom) and waking up feeling less than fresh more often than not.
Gym visits dwindled. Eventually, I cut my losses and just bought out my membership so I could cancel it and save a few hundred bucks. We won’t count how many hundreds I wasted by not going. It’s enough to turn your stomach, though, I assure you.
After that was all said and done, I decided gyms in DC were not for me. They’re too expensive, too crowded, and I was too cool and busy for such things anyway.
But that hasn’t worked out so well.
After I sold my car, I was all like “I’m going to walk ALL THE TIME and I’ll never have to workout again!!!!”
Not so much. Cabs. The metro. Begging Tom for rides. I take the easy route when I can. I do walk about 3 miles total on days that I metro to work, but still… that wasn’t quite enough.
So I bought an exercise bike for the apartment. And, to my credit, I actually use the shit out of it. I watch a LOT of TV. So if I’m watching TV, I’m almost always on the bike.
But I will not lie to you and say that I’m rocking it out at the top resistance level and sweating bullets. It’s basically just a way to negate that third beer I probably shouldn’t have had (and yes, biking and boozing is perfectly acceptable if it’s stationary).
The rest of my “workout routine” as of late has involved aforementioned walking and biking, plus some at home weights workouts (that have resulted in some gained muscle mass, but it doesn’t look spectacular atop the fat I’ve gained from being lazy) and the occasional yoga class.
If any of you have written a blog post recently talking about working out, I’ve probably commented somewhere along the lines of “that looks too hard, I don’t think I’ll do that, BUT GO YOU!”
Because, truly, my “workouts” these days rarely cause me to break a sweat. Like, ever.
It took awhile, but I eventually tired of this. Okay, not really. I love to be lazy.
But I do have to wear a bikini in less than two months, and then there’s that whole wedding thing.
So, the time has finally come for me to pay way too much for a gym I’ll hardly ever use, again.
I actually impressed myself this time by not signing up for a membership right away. I’m doing a week trial first. I’m usually such an easy sell. Last time it was some Jersey Shore guido knockoff who basically told me I was a candidate for Biggest Loser than talked me into signing up right away. Apparently if you insult me, I’m highly likely to give you all my money.
My impression so far? There are too many fucking mirrors in gyms. I do not need to see myself from that many angles, especially while doing yoga (they actually have a decent range of classes, if you can ignore the club music pumping in from the weight room).
And yes, I did Facebook about that last night, you know – so everyone would know I go to a gym now.
The major plus side of this particular gym is that it’s right across the street from me, so it’s much easier to access than any of the yoga studios I’ve been going to.
Plus, I can try out all the other classes – like the TRX-inspired one I took this morning that crushed my soul. Apparently TRX is some sort of navy seal training class that’s all the rage right now (you have to pay for the actual classes, but our instructor this morning decided to hook us up for free – I didn’t really appreciate it).
I don’t think I’ll be going back for round two of that (seriously guys, I’m so lazy). But there are a plethora of other options that will hopefully kick my lazy ass into gear while whittling away my gut.
Or I just won’t ever go, and I’ll feel really guilty about it, and then I’ll eat my feelings.
I’ll let you decide which scenario is more likely.
Do you belong to a gym? Do you actually go to it?