I left work early today because I am battling some sinus pressure. I woke up this morning with it but had to go to work for an appointment I could not cancel. I thought that I would head to the gym to do some cardio and sit in the steam room to see if it would relieve the pressure. It did slightly but I am still feeling some slight pressure. Hopefully this juicy Beaujolais Nouveau will help. I'll try washing down some of those holistic pills with it. Maybe that will help.
I can't remember the last time I wrote anything about the gym. I started this blog because of it. But, thankfully, it has become more than just about my gym existence. But, yesterday, I ran into one of my old step class groupies. It was like running into an old friend. Kiss kiss hug hug. After I stopped teaching step, I would see her at the NYSC on Broadway between 93rd and 94th. She mentioned that she had not seen me there in a long time. I mentioned that I no longer go to that location because I prefer the 73rd and CPW one. She said that she too had given up on the 94th one and decided to go to the 80th Street one instead. We both agreed that we were tired of the filthy gym and the ghetto staff & clients that went to it. I just got tired of people screaming at their clients and at each other across the gym floor. It was such an intrusion to my workout that I decided to go to a different location. I wonder if they have the same problem at Equinox?
A big plus about 73rd Street is the eye candy. It's much more interesting than any of the boys at 94th.. Not that I flirt or hook up with anyone. But it is more fun to work out somewhere that is visually stimulating. I even find the manager very cute. The two drawbacks of the place are that the layout of the gym is a bit confusing (until you get used to it) and the men's locker room, although immaculate, seems to be permanently kept at a temperature of 85 degF. They have tried and, today, were trying to fix the problem. I hope they will. But, if I don't have to listen to loud ghetto people screaming on the floor, count me in.