I took Victoria with me to check out a gym last month. We liked it--they have kids' programs, which is important since I am never without a kid--although it seemed a little pricey. But everything else was ok; the salesman in member recruitment had a swell answer for each of my concerns. And I really needed to do something. I've been stuck in the same place for, oh, three years.
I signed up. And scheduled my free appointment with the personal trainer. I think I may have joined a cult. This guy says all the right things and the cash is tripping over itself trying to escape my purse and leap into the coffers of Lifetime Fitness. I did manage to say no to actual one-on-one training but instead I get a monthly consultation and lots of direction. And a metabolic workup. And a heart rate monitor. All that stuff that's really fun on paper and kind of a pain in real life.
Long ago I read about Miguel Indurain's amazing VO2 max. It was in Outside magazine, way back when they had awesome writers and Indurain was racing. It was the first time I'd ever heard of this biometric and I remember being intrigued by the fact that we could measure oxygen use like that. So cool! And now this fitness guy was saying he would measure mine. Who could resist?
Plus fitness guy is a smooth-talking devil who speaks my language. He's pointing to a pie-chart (and how I do love pie charts!) and explaining that as my percentage of fat decreases, albeit a pittance--HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, FITNESS GUY! Did you just say "albeit a pittance"? Did you know my favorite conjunction and decide to lay it casually down just to snag and reel me in? Might as well have; he definitely had me at albeit.
Anyway, Victoria is signed up for swimming lessons and although the childcare room is skewed a bit young for her, she seems happy enough with the arrangement. I'm still trying to work out a good schedule, although when Brian's in town it will be easy because the gym is open 24 hours a day. I have my final two hours of tutoring to complete next week (the kids only get a set amount per year and they've used them up) so my Tuesdays and Thursdays have been returned to me. It could work. I do have this unsettled feeling, like I have been tricked somehow. On the other hand, I do like my heart rate monitor.
And on the OTHER other hand, Gina just called and she's in Columbus and on her way here! Woohoo!