Still in Toronto and no longer at the hotel with the fancy gym. I decided to go the closest BigBox Fitness Shop. it's a completely different experience there than my gym back home - which I'm lucky to say has completly changed the way I think about fitness and strength.
First I made an appointment to see a trainer. As it turns out, that doesn't actually mean you have an appointment. Upon arriving, I'm told my trainer had left for the day (with a wink and a smile). hmm.. so I booked myself another appointment right then for the next night. When I returned, a) the front desk jockey didn't remember me and b) the trainer was double booked. So I waited. When the trainer arrives she looks me up and down and says "Are you a runner?" Apparently my running room jacket, lulu tights and garmin gave it away. Points for observation.
Let's be honest, it's not like I need a trainer anyway, just let me have access to the place and I'll figure it out from there. but they needed to calculate my "REal Age". Sweet potato fries! I cut that conversation short. Am I a snob?
At some point in this story, you're probably wondering what the hell this has to do with being or not being a procrastinator. At any given frustrating moment over the 48 hour period that I've been in Toronto I could have (and would have normally) said 'screw it' and gave up. I didn't - I think I'm turning away from the procrastination. WHAT?
Wait. I finally gain access to the gym and it's four freaking floors of machines, and FULL of people. I'm such a snob. I want my Calgary gym back. They 'introduce' me to the TRX and call it 'the newest, most productive fitness tool in years'. Honey, I've been glaring at and giving attitude to that contraption for a solid year, if not more. New, my ass. Try a freaking VIPR.
I go up and up and up to the fourth floor where I've been watching people row from my office window for a month now. I do 3 sets of 500m (2:16, 2:08, 2:02) and then seek out a place to stretch. Oh by the way, I rowed faster than the guy beside me. just sayin'.
I find a 'stretching' area and start doing my eagle and window wiper thingys. This gym is FULL of people. I don't know whether to be glad that the facility is obviously being used, or annoyed that I can't move without touching someone that I don't know.
It now occurs to me that I actually am blessed to get to workout with people who I genuinely like and enjoy. We have a great time at our bootcamps and I really miss their support when I don't get to see them in Toronto. That and they are very funny. and they are my buddies. some of them may have contributed to my drunken state on Friday night :)
I guess I'll deal with Big Box Fitness. They don't seem to have kettle bells, VIPRs or gymnastics, but I'm sure I will manage for two weeks at a time.
peace, h.
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