Five years ago I was 30 pounds heavier, and belonged to a local big-box gym called the Princeton Club. I was a part-time college student, worked erratic hours at a restaurant, and went to the gym when I could. I ate poorly and drank most nights of the week. Gross.
Not only was I gross, but the Princeton Club turned out to be pretty nasty too. I hated the staff and the equipment was shotty. I once had a treadmill just stop on me while I was running on it. I was so pissed I stormed up to the front desk and yelled at the poor lady behind the desk. She said, “Oh yea, we know, that treadmill sometimes stops, just hit restart”.
Omg, no way, did she really just say that? How about sorry, how about are you ok, how about put a sign on the malfunctioning treadmill? Needless to say, when my two year contract was up, I did not renew.
After that I joined a small 24 hour convenience gym the size of a garage. I quit last spring when I was running like crazy because I thought I didn’t need it anymore. Well, that was my first mistake leading to injury, because there went my strength training.
In January this year I joined a different big-box gym called Prairie Athletic. When I joined it was solely for the purpose of the pool. It was a 20 minute drive, the equipment was nicer, the group fitness classes were not included, and I didn’t analyze the pool schedule well enough before joining that gym. After a few months of pool schedule frustrations I decided I needed to revisit the Princeton Club.
I walked into the Princeton Club last week and this “whoa!” feeling washed over me. Whoa! because I was sloppy with my fitness back then, today fitness is a top priority. It just made me realize how much I’ve improved my quality of life in just five years. Not only did I improve, but the Princeton Club improved too. All new equipment, friendly staff, group fitness classes included, and the pool is open 24 hours. TWENTY-FOUR hours!!! I can go swimming at 2:00 AM if I want—I won’t, but the option is there.
I think rejoining the Princeton Club was one of my better ideas this year just because of the realization that I had walking through that door. Next time I’m having a bad-knee day I need to remember how far I’ve come. From borderline alcoholic to athletic.
Athlete > Alcoholic.