I joined the gym. And, when I say the gym, I mean the only gym in town as far as I can tell. It's pretty much a room that's been added on to the side of the swimming pool. There's an aerobics floor in one half and weight equipment in the other.
For $20 a week, I can use the gym twice, go to two workout classes and two "wellness" classes. I'd been planning to go to their Gentle Moves class with my sister anyway and that's $8 a pop so figured it was a pretty good deal.
But, it's been all kinds of strange. I got a "full" assessment and program done as part of my membership. I put quotes around the "full" because the girl doing my assessment didn't take me out on the gym floor at any time in the program creation process.
We sat in a little office and I told her what my goals were and what I wanted to achieve and then sat there while she took about 30 minutes to handwrite out a program for me that pretty much ignored everything I'd said.
I queried her on some of the suspect parts of the program and she got outraged. Then, when I went back to do the program for the first time, I questioned her again, saying I wanted to check with my doctor because I thought some of the exercises would exasperate the problems (ie. tendency to injury), I'd told her about.
Her response was 'well, if you need that kind of reassurance, go ahead but this is the program you need to do..."
The "program" is pretty much some upper body work and then a fuck ton of squats. Six different kinds of squats. I've crossed half of them out and will get a referral to a physio through my doctor. I mean, her 3 month or so of studies to become a 'fitness professional' might make her more qualified but I seriously doubt it.
So, the gym itself. The first, and most disturbing thing, is that there are no lockers, just pigeon holes to put your bag. If you are mid-workout, listening to music and in the zone, any bozo can walk in a rifle through your bag. Not only is there the main door to the gym but another door at the back that leads to the pool. And, from most of the gym equipment, you can't even see those pigeon holes.
There is no freakin' way on this earth I will be leaving my wallet in my bag.
Then, I went through my program, wanting to add in the weights I needed to use since that wasn't included in the assessment. I could pay an extra $40 for a personal training session to go through that but figured it was pointless with the chuckleheaded instructor anyway.
They had no pens! The whole concept of needing a pen seemed to freak them out.
Then, Friday, I'd signed up for one of the classes. It was supposed to be a circuit class using weight, kettle bells and all kinds of fun stuff. Nope. When we got started I realised it was STEP AEROBICS. OMG, I endured it but I will not be going back to that one.
The whole experience has been surreal so far but hell, I've paid for it so I'm going to keep going. I'll do my own thing, take my own pen and make sure the classes are as described from now on.