I've been training for my races, and decided to join two gyms this summer - once close to home, the other close to work. I needed the flexibility, and wanted to really commit to the four races I've signed up for. They're on opposite ends of the spectrum in every way - cleanliness, amenities, members, etc., but I love 'em both.
My home gym is 24 Hr Fitness. There's a large spinning room, where we do our indoor cycling when the weather isn't cooperating. The small lap pool is usually comfortable and mostly empty, and there's a dry sauna which helps relax the muscles post-workout. It's not the cleanest place, no towel service, and much of the equipment is junkified (frayed seats, missing parts, squeaky), but the staff is beyond friendly.
Did I mention freaky cheap? Supacheap, but you get what you pay for. BUT, the best part is, it's ALWAYS open! 24 hours - der. I have been known to go as late as 11 pm and as early as 4 am, depending on my wonky schedule and mood. I have a nomadic, spontaneous spirit, and this gym fits me to a T in that sense.
My other gym is a slice of heaven. The Jewish Community Center, or J, is primo. Locker rooms are superb, the pool is the perfect temp and there's always a lane for me, spinning, and the best in equipment. It's super close to work so I can get a good workout in over lunch, or hop on over after work if there's a class I want to take.
Now, the one ick factor that both gyms share is what I might call an anomaly. It rarely fails - as I'm doing my drills in the pool, I often end up gazing at the hairy belly of a geriatric who dips his feet in the water to cool off, post workout OR post sauna.
Really? C'mon - take a shower already! My lap pool isn't your personal pedi puddle. Take those tootsies elsewhere, Wilford Brimley. We don't want no fungus amongus.
Sidebar: I was distracted for the past 10 or so minutes watching Antonio Banderas on screen (Once Upon A Time In Meheeko). That man melts my ladyparts something fierce. Actually, Antonio circa 2003 does. The Antonio of present day does nothing for me, because Mark Duplass and Paul Schneider are currently my fantasy blouse-rippers. What can I say, I like 'em indie.
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