The instruction went as such:
“This is the gym. Let me know if you have any questions.”
Then the coach would go off and work with the guys on his team. I think it was JV Football.
So. My gym instruction was quite lacking.
As such, I’ve never had much desire to join one.
If that weren’t bad enough, I recently had a conversation with someone who was absotively twitterpated over this new gym. Loved it. Couldn’t stop talking about it.
One problem – they weren’t a member. Yet. They were visiting on a guest pass and falling in love. When the guest passes ran out? Time to pony up some cash.
This gym has a $450 ‘introduction fee’. Um. What now?
And monthly? $150.
I’m sorry but, that’s more than a little insane.
And this person was lamenting the fact they probably couldn’t afford that. Probably? PROBABLY?!
WHY ARE YOU EVEN CONSIDERING IT? At those prices, they damned well better do the exercise for you while you relax in a recliner sipping smoothies and watching HBO GO on the 90 inch flat screen while heavily oiled persons of the sex you prefer wearing naught but a loin cloth slowly, and gently, keep you cool by fanning you with giant palm tree fronds.
I mean – wow!
I just don’t get it…