Last night I joined a new gym. They were so busy I thought I'd go back today for my orientation. I walked out after I got a lecture on why I needed a personal trainer and how I would fail without one. I gave her fair warning telling her I wasn't interested in a personal trainer THREE times. All I wanted was a run down on the equipment I wasn't familiar with.
These places are all the same. They take one look at you and think they know what you need. If you aren't small and 25 you're automatically outta shape. I even told her what my doctor recommended but she wouldn't listen.
Oh, and guess what their tagline is — "No Judgements." That's bull. I hate gyms. They are all so judgmental.
I have 72 hours to decide if I want to keep my membership or not. There's an awful lot I like, especially that it's brand new and clean. All the latest equipment and a parking garage. I have an appointment with someone else tomorrow. Maybe he'll listen and I'll be happy again.
GYM UPDATE: Well, I'm sticking with my new gym. I'm gonna go and do my own thing despite being intimidated by a judgmental personal trainer that Ande calls Morticia.
