I have a dilemma, and it is driving me nuts. Not certifiable nuts, of course (Already there! Nyuk-Nyuk), but in a way that causes much frustration and gnashing of teeth.
Fall is coming, and then after that is the season called winter. This is my most hated season, because I hate the cold. By hate, I do mean, pure, unadulterated venomous fury aimed directly at the season of snot, wet Kleenex, cold fingers and toes, frostbite, warming up cars and squeezing children into snowsuits they do not want to put on and thus struggle with the strength of ten men when you are attempting to thrust little legs into snowpants.
Give me a minute, I felt my blood pressure rise just imagining the oh-so-wonderful mornings we will have soon… *deep breath*… Ok.
AUGH! WINTER! *flail*
There is another reason I am not looking forward to winter, and that is being forced inside with my fitness. I am a fair weather runner. I really dislike running in the rain (wet cat kind of dislike *mrow-hiss*) and when it is super cold, the idea kind of makes me wrinkle my nose in that cute Bewitched way. So safe to say I need to find a way to combat the “nay-nay” of outside running and fitness come the cold and dark and wet.
Thus, I need to find a gym.
Now, I can join a gym near my house, but we have already established that three to four evenings a week, jettisoning myself to a gym would not be a kosher thing with the husband. He kind of did the “don’t leave me with the kids that much” googley eyes, and primly informed me that might be not ok. Truthfully, a four year old boy and an almost two year old girl with energy in the evenings would be a lot to solo-parent. I don’t blame him.
I could join a gym near work, go on my lunch. There is a problem with that though.
There isn’t one.
Oh, I could join the chain gym in the mall, which is around a 15 minute walk. It is, by far, the worst location of this chain. Busy, dirty, dungeon-like, and the staff are pestery and rude (No, for the fourth time, I do not want a personal trainer!!!) Riiiight. Hate it there. Been there. The saving grace is that I can visit other locations closer to home if I wanna. All other locations of this chain gym are nicer than the one in the mall. Seriously.
But it is the only affordable choice. The Westin is nice but a fortune, and there is some rich-person’s gym in a condo building that I am sure I have to interview for, to be able to join. Since I own very little Lululemon, and am not a skinny single girl looking for a rich husband… Well, let’s not even go there, shall we, boys and girls?
So… do I suck it up and join the crappy gym since it is close and a compromise (and Miss Piggy style karate chop the first staff member who tries to sell me sessions *hiiiieeeya*)? Do I join one driving distance away from work and adjust my workday? Do I join close to home and work out late at night once we have cajoled our darlings into slumberland? Do I say screw it and eat poutine, cheesecake, and Vosges bon-bons all winter, staying warm in my newfound fat layer, emerging come Spring with a newfound resolve, like a hibernating Mama bear?
Right. Ixnay the last one. Diabetic comas don’t sound like fun. At all. A gym is a requirement. I must be able to find a Dreadmill to run on, and perhaps some weights to push around since I wanna get all buff n’ stuff… And reach a goal of doing chin ups by Spring. Right now, this girl can’t even lift herself an inch… It is very sad.
Maybe, if so motivated, I could even try a class or two, if my co-ordination improves! (Riiiiiiight, I shall be the one falling over in the back, you’ll see!)
AUGH! WINTER! *flail*
HABO, folks, and give me some thinking points to decide. I need the help.