Every month $100 comes out of my account for my YMCA family membership. You would think that money draining from my coffers every month would be motivation enough to get there but it usually isn’t. This week my challenge was to make it there everyday. I made it six days. I had a family commitment (Fantasy Island and a shed demolition/dump run) so I missed one day. I did have my bag packed but couldn’t squeeze it in.
The YMCA is an interesting place. It certainly doesn’t have that gritty Clubber Lang feel. It is clean and safe. No matter what time you go, there are the same cast of characters. You have your grunter. One guy who is moaning in agony as he lifts. If you could translate those grunts, they would say “Hey everyone, look at me!” You have the innovator. Everytime you see him/her they are doing some weird and wonderful exercise that you’ve never seen. Hanging upside down, wrapped in exercise bands with a medicine ball between their legs. You have the horny duo. There is always at least one pair of guys who hardly workout but are looking to get laid. They lift a huge amount of weight. They never have sleeves on their shirts. They are always talking about the weekend and what bar they went to. Heaven forbid a fit lady walks by. You can almost feel their steroid shrunken testes tingling.
I did a spinning class on my second day. I knew I was in trouble when the instructor asked me, “Is this your first spinning class?” It wasn’t but it was my first in a long time. I survived. I decided that the name “spinning” is inaccurate. It should be called “pedalling” or perhaps “The Worst 45 Minutes of your Life.”
Despite the characters and the classes, you see people committed to their health. It is inspiring. You almost feel like you are letting them down if you don’t go. I hope to be part of that club one day.
Week One Challenge: Grade +B
Next Week: 200 km on my bike
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