On Thursday I went in with my friend Howie to try a three day trial of L.A. Fitness. When we walked up to the front checker person and asked if we could begin our trial, we were told that we would first be given a tour and info session. I looked over to a cluster of tables to the side where three really large men were sitting boringly in front of their computers chatting with each other. "Great," I thought, "we might get strong-armed [literally] into joining this gym."
You ever see that Friends episode where Chandler tries to terminate his gym membership? I guess the story must be steeped in truth because out from behind these gym rats came a good looking Asian lady (roughly our age) who took us over to her desk and asked us why not join the gym that day. After a quick tour and some small talk (in which she told us she also went to UW but did not finish her business/psychology double major, and also ripped local Chinese restaurant Tea Palace (ouch, sorry Ching!)) Howie and I made our way to the locker room, our credit cards having been charged a discounted registration fee as well as first and last month's membership dues.
Fast forward four days and I have made two successful trips to the gym. I felt terrible Friday morning (a good kind of terrible), as my muscles tried to repair the damage that had been done the night before. Having not weight trained in months, it's taking an extremely long time for the muscles to recover; my legs are still sore today from the squats I did on Thursday. Hopefully this week I can start some regular cardio workout as well -- this stomach fat has got to go.
You ever see that Friends episode where Chandler tries to terminate his gym membership? I guess the story must be steeped in truth because out from behind these gym rats came a good looking Asian lady (roughly our age) who took us over to her desk and asked us why not join the gym that day. After a quick tour and some small talk (in which she told us she also went to UW but did not finish her business/psychology double major, and also ripped local Chinese restaurant Tea Palace (ouch, sorry Ching!)) Howie and I made our way to the locker room, our credit cards having been charged a discounted registration fee as well as first and last month's membership dues.
Fast forward four days and I have made two successful trips to the gym. I felt terrible Friday morning (a good kind of terrible), as my muscles tried to repair the damage that had been done the night before. Having not weight trained in months, it's taking an extremely long time for the muscles to recover; my legs are still sore today from the squats I did on Thursday. Hopefully this week I can start some regular cardio workout as well -- this stomach fat has got to go.
boo, I can't believe you fell for it!
ReplyDeleteyou should quit the bank so they can't charge you anymore.