In my last post I wrote that I had joined a gym. I have always enjoyed working out. When I was in 9th grade my best friend Laura and I would stay after cheer-leading practice, wait for the boys to finish working out and work out in their weight room (girls did not have a weight room). We would also go out to her father’s garage and see who could bench press the most. My dad told me that if I could bench 85 pounds 10 times, I could start dating. I was 14 and that was incentive. I achieved that goal that deal was quickly forgotten, and I still had to wait until I was 16 to date. I have always had a gym membership. Once I graduated from high school I took up teaching aerobics so that I could have a membership to a gym. I even worked at the Mecca of Bodybuilding, Gold’s Gym in Venice CA, for the membership but also for some very interesting people watching.
The gym I joined is one of the chains that promise no meat heads or judgment. I joined because it was inexpensive and there are multiple locations in my area that I can go to. This makes it very easy with my schedule and does not allow me any excuses not to go. One thing I can say is you get what you pay for. The last gym I was a member of was top of the line. It is one of the largest independently owned gyms in the country and has everything from indoor outdoor pools and tennis courts. It offered private Pilates lessons, any type of group fitness you can think of, steam room, sauna, and the latest and greatest fitness machines. Most importantly it was clean!!! I don’t like to think of myself as a germaphobe, but I don’t like other peoples funk. One of the things I noticed at my current gym is that quite a few of the other members did not wipe down the equipment once they were done. Really???? It took everything I had not to say something to some of these people. I guess you get what you pay for.
One of my girlfriends suggested that the gym was a great place to meet people (meaning guys). 2 of the 3 major relationships I have had were with guys I met at the gym, and we all see how well that worked out for me. So I just keep my head down, earphones in and occasionally wear my old wedding band for good measure. The good thing is now that I have been working out some I am not as out of breath as I was when I climb 4 flights of stairs.