Dear 24-Hour Fitness,
I sort of hate you. See, I always pay for you, but I don’t always go…and then I just get irritated on the 5th of every month when I get a withdrawl from you. I try and quit you. Every time.
But, every time I think I can subsist with my apartment’s crummy gym that is only open for limited hours, doesn’t have spin classes or yoga or a lap pool or anything else, I start thinking about you again. I wonder how you are, how it would be if I came back to your sweet, sweet endless rows of cardio machines or your spin classes. Sometimes, I kick myself for not trying a Zumba class or going to hip hop even though I KNOW I look ridiculous.
So, I signed up. Again. And? We’ve already hung out. I swam some laps, and then this morning? I was on your machines before 10 am. It felt good. I plan on the two of us seeing a lot of one another. So, be nice to me. Keep the super hot ladies out of my line of sight so I don’t feel terrible about myself. Always leave a spin bike open for me, and make sure no one with gastrointestinal issues ends up in front of me in yoga. Leave me an open lane in the pool so I can keep swimming.
Looking forward to seeing you again soon tomorrow!