Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Sunday, September 15, 2002
 
Hello and welcome. Just a small explanation as to why I have created this blogspot. I was recently talking to a good friend who mentioned that I seem to have many anecdotes and stories about the gym. After further thought, I decided to publish them on the web. Not for any purpose whatsoever. More of just a way of recording them. If they happen to be funny or thought-provoking, then so be it. I hope that they are at least something to help you forget the "mad circles" that most of our lives tend to run in.

I have been working for gyms and health clubs since 1994. Mostly for the New York Sports Clubs but also for almost every other major chain in New York City. If you even think that working for a health club is all fun and games, think again. Here is a list (not a complete list) of the types of people you will run into when you begin your "exciting career" at your local gym facility:

1. That lady who is standing at the door 30 minutes before the gym is supposed to open, knocking on the door, asking "how much longer before you open" because "it's freezing out here and I am only wearing my tiny leotard" and she must the get to the 5th treadmill from the right on the second floor because that is the only treadmill that will possibly help her achieve her goal of losing that cargo load on her back she calls her butt.

2. That woman who must sign up for all the classes possible to take (step, kickbox, body sculpt, pilates, yoga, meditation, etc.) but never shows up to any of them and then wonders out loud why she has not achieved any results and it must be the fault of the instructor because they are not helping her achieve her goals.

3. That man who does 5 minutes on the stairmaster, lifts weights for another 5 minutes, stretches for 30 seconds, and spends an hour and a half in and out of the showers, steam rooms, and saunas. (You figure it out).

4. That exceptionally muscular guy who lifts everyday as he fills out his journal to properly establish what he has done and what he needs to do and to make sure that he is not overtraining because he has to look good for the other cute boys who roam the gym only to act so aloof to them that they never really end up making a love connection and now he thinks that all other gay men are jerks because nobody will pay him any mind because he is not muscular enough, so he lifts more and chats with the trainers about his "girlfriend".

5. That really thin 20-something girl who just moved to the big city and is trying to make it in business but is really just being pushed around by her fellow workers because she is the newbie and she decides that since she pays club dues, she owns your butt and you must be the reason she is so miserable and has not reached her goals, so she screams at you because she does not like the treadmills that are available and that someone else is using her favorite leg machine and how is she going to be able to live if she does not get into that boot camp class because it is the only class that the instructor (him being black and muscular and flirtatious) really cares for his students and that she can never get into class (even though she has been in all his classes for the past 10 weeks) and that will totally ruin her week and she will have to someday just quit this gym.

So there you have it. Just a few of the types of members that you meet. Believe me there are more and I will definitely share them with you as the days go on. Wait until I talk about the staff. Anyway, thanks for your time and check back soon.
 
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