gymecologist Back to the Classroom. Meh. Today's topic was prevention of cardiovascular disease. In case you don't know this already, you should quit smoking. (Relax, it's a rawhide chew toy.) Speaking of reducing cardiovascular risk, I realize that I can't afford to do yoga at that other place after my beginner's package expires. Sure, it was nice, and pretty, and they had twinkly Christmas lights all up on the windowsills, like candles, but at $13 a lesson (and that's the minimum, if you get some kind of 10-lesson pack--otherwise, try $15 a lesson), to do yoga for a year would be completely out of my price range. I just could not justify paying a thousand dollars a year for yoga and nothing else. A girl has to eat, after all. And between the expenses of the past year (moving, getting the dog, etcetera), and the upcoming wedding, I am flat broke. Or asymptotically approaching zero, anyway. So I got a gym membership yesterday. I know that sounds strange, especially after saying that I was one with the po' folk, and since I kind of hate exercise, but hear me out here. She who hates exercise is also she who cannot pass up a bargain. See, there's a new branch of a chain gym opening up in Chelsea, maybe a 10 minute walk west of our apartment. We have another branch of this particular gym chain significantly closer, about two blocks away, where Joe has already purchased a gym membership. But when new branches open, good deals abound. Whereas the current deal for an existing branch of this gym (which is decidedly more blue collar and therefore cheaper than some of the more chi-chi gyms in Manhattan) is somewhere around $50 a month (or $600 a year, for all you non-mathletes), I managed to get an early bird membership to this new gym for $300 a year, which includes free use of not only their facilities, but also their daily classes. The classes are included! You don't have to pay extra! And guess what kind of classes? Yoga! Kickboxing! Some trendy thing called Pilates, which I don't really understand, but seems to be one of those Hollywood skinny-lady fads. Even fun stuff like belly dancing and capoiera, though I think that you might have to pay $5 per class for "specialty" classes like that. Oh, and here's the best part. The new gym is still under construction (it used to be a Jennifer's Convertibles showroom), and won't be open until May. But since I got this early bird special, I get to use any of their other affiliate gyms for FREE until the grand opening. That's three months free at the gym where Joe has his membership! Can't beat that. I keep trying to find some sort of scam hidden in the paperwork, but I think they really just want to amass a member base. I mean, the new gym is a little farther away than Joe's, but it's bigger, and it offers the aforementioned classes, wheras Joe's gym does not. So anyway, the point of the story is that we went to the gym together yesterday. There has to be some satisfaction in saving money and doing something god for yourself, even if you've made yourself into a pauper in the process. Seriously, I am so broke. If I open my wallet, a moth comes flying out. Maybe I should get a part-time job. Med student by day, Starbucks barista by night. And on a completely different subject, why not check out our wedding website if you have the time. xo Michelle |
Wednesday . February 5 . 2003 . 3:24pm |
gymecologist Back to the Classroom. Meh. Today's topic was prevention of cardiovascular disease. In case you don't know this already, you should quit smoking. (Relax, it's a rawhide chew toy.) Speaking of reducing cardiovascular risk, I realize that I can't afford to do yoga at that other place after my beginner's package expires. Sure, it was nice, and pretty, and they had twinkly Christmas lights all up on the windowsills, like candles, but at $13 a lesson (and that's the minimum, if you get some kind of 10-lesson pack--otherwise, try $15 a lesson), to do yoga for a year would be completely out of my price range. I just could not justify paying a thousand dollars a year for yoga and nothing else. A girl has to eat, after all. And between the expenses of the past year (moving, getting the dog, etcetera), and the upcoming wedding, I am flat broke. Or asymptotically approaching zero, anyway. So I got a gym membership yesterday. I know that sounds strange, especially after saying that I was one with the po' folk, and since I kind of hate exercise, but hear me out here. She who hates exercise is also she who cannot pass up a bargain. See, there's a new branch of a chain gym opening up in Chelsea, maybe a 10 minute walk west of our apartment. We have another branch of this particular gym chain significantly closer, about two blocks away, where Joe has already purchased a gym membership. But when new branches open, good deals abound. Whereas the current deal for an existing branch of this gym (which is decidedly more blue collar and therefore cheaper than some of the more chi-chi gyms in Manhattan) is somewhere around $50 a month (or $600 a year, for all you non-mathletes), I managed to get an early bird membership to this new gym for $300 a year, which includes free use of not only their facilities, but also their daily classes. The classes are included! You don't have to pay extra! And guess what kind of classes? Yoga! Kickboxing! Some trendy thing called Pilates, which I don't really understand, but seems to be one of those Hollywood skinny-lady fads. Even fun stuff like belly dancing and capoiera, though I think that you might have to pay $5 per class for "specialty" classes like that. Oh, and here's the best part. The new gym is still under construction (it used to be a Jennifer's Convertibles showroom), and won't be open until May. But since I got this early bird special, I get to use any of their other affiliate gyms for FREE until the grand opening. That's three months free at the gym where Joe has his membership! Can't beat that. I keep trying to find some sort of scam hidden in the paperwork, but I think they really just want to amass a member base. I mean, the new gym is a little farther away than Joe's, but it's bigger, and it offers the aforementioned classes, wheras Joe's gym does not. So anyway, the point of the story is that we went to the gym together yesterday. There has to be some satisfaction in saving money and doing something god for yourself, even if you've made yourself into a pauper in the process. Seriously, I am so broke. If I open my wallet, a moth comes flying out. Maybe I should get a part-time job. Med student by day, Starbucks barista by night. And on a completely different subject, why not check out our wedding website if you have the time. xo Michelle |
