Club Fit

Yesterday I was supposed to go running after work. I decided not to. The weather was pretty bad and I played the “my ankle hurts” card. But to justify myself, I decided that today I would use the Club Fit pass to try out the new gym. Since work is now above a Club Fit gym, a bunch of us got together and had a tour of the place. They gave us passes that are good for a week.
I’ve been a member of Club Fit in the past, at the location on the south side. It was usually crowded in the mornings, and it was hard to get a treadmill. They also had removed the fans, so when I was going at a good speed, I started overheating. Fans are important. Passive air circulation won’t do. Anyway, I stopped going when I joined the Running Room run club. That and my condo has a small gym with a treadmill (and fan) that I can use in a pinch. So I really don’t need a Club Fit. But hey! Free Pass!
So, go to bed early, get up at 5:30, then off to Club Fit.
If I might digress for a moment first: Snow?! It’s early September. Why the hell is it snowing? My sister is dealing with a trio of hurricanes right now, but at least she doesn’t have SNOW! Bloody weather.
Anyway, it wasn’t crowded at this gym. I used the treadmill for half an hour and my ankle felt fine. That could be because there is less stress on the body with a treadmill. The place where the feet are pounding has extra springiness. However, I did not enjoy the time running there. There were no fans. The scenery never changed. There was no one to talk to. The only thing it had going for it was the springiness.
Afterwards, since I hadn’t had breakfast, it was off to Denny’s. Conveniently close, and a good breakfast place. They do look at me funny when I order an entire carafe of orange juice for myself. I finished it, and I could have drunk some more.
Then back to the building and to work. Cute beauty esthetician in the elevator, and friendly too. Work dragged on forever, and I wasn’t very productive. I got up a little too early.
This evening though I got together with some friends and played pool. My team won the last two games, not through skill (we weren’t too bad) but because the other team kept scratching when they were trying to sink the 8-ball. Unfortunately, I now smell like a chimney. Only ten months until the smoking bylaw kicks in.