Sunday, November 20, 2005

$150 will only get a girl so far

So a few weeks ago I joined a gym. It's really close to our apt, and it's really, really cheap. As in, I paid $150 for a SIX MONTH MEMBERSHIP. Hard to beat--nay, impossible to beat.

Oh, but oh.

The place is broken. I went in today to find a third of the cardio equipment displaying out of order signs, at least four weight machines missing that crucial pin, and per usual (I hate that--"per"--yet I use it), my would-be favorite ab machine squealing w/ every raise. I chanced a round on one of the treadmills, but ten minutes in threw up my hands and hit the pavement. It was the lumpy, gaping belt that tripped me up, see. Thing is, none of this appears to faze members. I made a comment to the woman leg-pressing next to me today--"does anything work?"--only to be met w/ a blank stare. And while I sigh loudly and pout visibly (exaggeration) w/ each new discovery, others take it in stride, simply and w/o complaint moving on to the next properly operating apparatus--even if it's three machines in. I don't get it. I realize I'm getting a hell of a deal, but sheesh, is a little routine maintenance too much to ask for? Apparently.

Still, there's no way I'm forking over $100+/month for a NYSC card. I'm staying w/ broken.

I'm whining, but it doesn't bother me that much. It keeps me guessing, and my workouts, in the very least, guarantee surprise.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 5:07 PM