Cathy in the Wright

Setting Ourselves Up To Break Another New Year's Resolution

Yesterday we signed up for a new health club. We belong to one of the big chain clubs in the cities, but it's just too far away. At least, that's our excuse for shelling out a wad of cash each month not to use it.

So we decided to check out the Gold's Gym in nearby Buffalo. If we enrolled, it would cut the drive time in half. That alone was nearly the deciding factor. We might actually go to the gym if we could be back home on a school night before 9 p.m.

Other than proximity, my big wants included racquetball courts, a pool, and perhaps a few pieces of exercise equipment. I don't do aerobic classes. I am not going to be pumping iron with over-bulked gorillas in our under-sized club tank tops. I would never use tanning beds. Nor would I use the services of some peppy young man named Chad who will chastise me on not completing 30 reps on the overhead press and will look crestfallen when he hears I had cheesecake for dessert the previous evening. Nope. Simple wants have I.

So we go to Gold's, and we got a tour from a laid-back yet focused young man who believed in his club. He was a DISCIPLE. A FITNESS ACOLYTE. He wanted to talk about signing up for a PERSONAL TRAINER who wouldn't allow you to PLATEAU on your fitness regime. He bowed before the altar of powdered supplements that will turn your morning juice into the ELIXIR of EVERLASTING HEALTHY LIFE. And he was a genuinely nice guy.

We took the tour, checked out the rates, and signed on the dotted line. Normally I like to take the paperwork home and think it over for a day or two, but no need in this case. When I saw the locker rooms, I would have paid twice the monthly fee.

There is a family locker room. I could never take the boys swimming by myself at our old club because men over the age of three weren't allowed in the womens' locker room. My thoughts on sending a four-year-old into the mens' locker room unattended? Hell, frigid temps, etc., etc. Now we have access to a great set-up where we can stick together and still have a lot of privacy.

And the women's locker room? Clean, spacious, and lockers the size of friggin' MONTANA. At least, compared to the spaghetti box-sized lockers at our old place.

I'm getting giddy just thinking about those lockers. In fact, I'm in such a good mood now, I might just buy some powdered supplements when The Gov and I go swimming this morning. And a XXS tank top.

Posted by Cathy at January 9, 2006 08:23 AM