I went last night. It had been a really long time. I enjoyed my 45 minutes of aerobic activity and stomach crunches, but much more the mix on my iPod I had forgotten about--kicking it old school with some Deborah Cox, Dis n' Dat and Black Box. Awesome.
My experience was ruined however when I inquired about cancelling my membership for various reasons I choose not to discuss right now. I had an encounter with a gym employee (read: hideous, slimy male who thinks he's hot because he has biceps) who tried to make it very difficult for me to walk out the door should I so choose to, to the point of almost insulting me. He clearly had no idea how to answer my questions and I of course had my facts straight.
Wrong bitch, wrong place, really bad timing.
I made a scene. A cool, calm and collected scene, but I embarrassed that sub-human monkey into getting me what I wanted and actually apologizing to me.
What really stinks about the whole thing is that I DON'T want to go back--purely on principle--despite knowing I SHOULD.
The dilemmas that haunt my days...
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OK, so, maybe try running or walking outside. I find the air makes me happier and I control the when and who I am with. I hate gyms, always have. They are psychologically damaging to me. I found a great route around my house and I love going in the morning before I am actually awake. Just my two-cents...Cheaper, too
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