Biting the Bullet

If you read my post about my hesitancy about returning to the gym world, then you know how I wasn’t all that thrilled about going back to a texting-loud-cell-phone-talking-refuse-to-share-weights-the-world-revolves-around-me kind of setting again.

With all that in mind, the hubby and I decided to take the plunge and try out this place on Saturday.

Please let this place not be crowded.

Please let this place not be crowded.
(courtesy of You Fit)

Here’s the pros and cons: at 9 o’clock on a Saturday morning the crowd wasn’t bad at all.  By the time we left about and hour or so later, it was starting to fill up with kids. (Note to self: get there early if you don’t want to be overrun by the previous mentioned texting drama-mamas).

The facility itself is huge!  I didn’t count, but there were plenty of arc trainers, dreadmills, and recumbent bikes.  I didn’t see any ellipticals, but the place is so spread out I could have easily missed them.  (Think it was due more to the fact that I was up and actually moving that early on a Saturday morning).

Plenty of paper towels and cleaner were available and joy!  People were actually wiping down the machines after using them! (happy dance, happy dance)

I did a leg workout after warming up on the arc trainer (that is a weird machine but did provide a decent warm up).  I stuck to the machines as I wanted to be able to get the lay of the land while I was lifting.  I noticed at least two of every machine I used, so getting a thorough workout was definitely not a problem.

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“Do these pants make my butt look awesome?”
(courtesy of You Fit)

We found a spot in the back of the gym where we could stretch, do some ab work, and plank without feeling like everyone was staring at the dupa.  (In case you haven’t noticed, I’m crazy-obsessed with covering all areas south of the waistline.)  While sweating my way through a plank, I looked around and noticed this:

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Hallelujah!

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Do you hear the angels singing??  Are beams of sunshine breaking through the clouds??  Has Publix just put Moose Tracks froyo on sale??  For those of you who may not recognize this contraption, let me just impart some of my happiness on you.  This, my friends, is a gift from the gods.  A gift for those of us who spend thousands on chiropractors and massage therapists every year.  A gift that makes up for beat-up mattresses, sitting at a desk all day, and overdoing deadlifts.  This simple looking apparatus is a back stretching machine aka my personal slice of heaven.  Grab onto the handles, park your hammies on the seat, lean back, and stretch away!  Almost as good as winning a year’s free supply of Oreo Cheesequake Blizzards.  Almost.

Heaven, I'm in heaven...

Heaven, I’m in heaven…

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This is where things got weird.  Gyms exist on their sales, mainly by getting members in the door.  How is it then, that we walked in, signed in, showed the girl at the desk our ID, told her we wanted to try the place out, did just that, and were able to just walk out the door, without ever having been approached by anyone about joining?  Maybe it’s just me, but I thought that was completely weird.  The hubby loved it.  He despises salespeople.

So, after much discussion of the pros and cons, (well, not really), we’ve decided to give it a try.  The best thing is you can join for next to nothing and never have to sign a contract.  Month-to-month is how we roll.  There are those times when a girl just doesn’t want a commitment.  This however, does not apply to Dairy Queen and the aforementioned Blizzards.

Stay tuned for my updates on our escapades back into gym world.  You might find yourself laughing as I describe my adventures in the mecca of people-watching.  Who knows?  You just may recognize yourself one of these days!

Great advice!

Great advice!

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Have a great week!

Enjoy the ride.

Do you find yourself people watching while you’re working out?  What do you see that makes you laugh the most?

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