GYMS I HAVE BELONGED TO AND HONESTLY WHY I LEFT
Requested by @boygirlparty
- •Gold's Gym, Buenos Aires. With limited choices during study abroad, I signed up in a desperate attempt to combat the pasta being consumed. I came back to the US, bringing with me the life lesson that "meathead" defies national boundaries.
- •LA Fitness in - LA. I left because I graduated, but also because I had already amassed a lifetime of memories of the kickboxing instructor doing Russian jumps mid-class. In LA you can never work out enough, so why bother at all? Off I went.
- •Ok, I left but not really. Next gym was LA Fitness in San Diego. It was always empty. If no one else was going, why should I? Also: slim pickings depressed me about my new city. Also: bad tv options on hanging screens everywhere, just out of reach and melting my brain.
- •Bikram Yoga. Oh San Francisco, where people give hippie birth and return to class the next week. Time to move back to San Diego.
- •Bar Method. Working out in socks just felt like cheating.
- •The YMCA. Ah the great car theft of 2008. Fun times. Almost as much fun as realizing you're 35 years younger than everyone else in the yoga room.
- •Bikram Yoga, Old Town. An instructor stopped hot, stinky class to publicly tell me off for sitting down. In my defense, I was blacking out. Did you know it was even physically possible for yoga teachers to yell? Me neither! It was my second of 2 classes in a row that day. I had caught her sneaking out of the first one.
- •Barry's Bootcamp. I was sick of explaining to people that it's a great workout with a horrible name.
- •Pilates Plus. I moved. But also: all the 6am workouts in the world couldn't change the fact that I could do Pilates day and night and the ladies of La Jolla would still be the size of *one* of my legs.
- •The Rush. Spin, yes! Sweat, hell yes! Showers, not so much.
- •Core Power Yoga. Yoga with music! Unfortunately also yoga with no parking.
- •SparkCycle. I did a Bieber ride. My work here is done.
- •To be continued. Hello, Seattle...