Most people would be completely offended if they received a gift certificate for a health club membership as their one and only Christmas gift. I, on the other hand, was overjoyed. The conversations Brad and I had regarding my need to get physically and emotionally healthy were increasing in frequency, but I always found a reason not to make the initial step to fill out the membership agreement (usually due to the cost). Being the super-husband he is, Brad bought me a membership, and despite his eagerness to present me with the gift early, he held out and I was so excited to open the envelope Christmas morning and could not wait to tell my family that Brad loves me that much.
Don't let me fool you, though. Working out at this facility is not that much of a chore, really. With incredibly compassionate staff, state of the art equipment (I can watch "Friends" re-runs while on the cross trainer just by plugging in my head phones to the monitor mounted on the face of the machine) and the fact that the facility is for "ladies only," I am much more than comfortable bearing my flab in all its glory.
During my tour of the facility, I found myself in awe of how new and sparkly, and bright, and warm everything was -- in the locker room, that is. With lighted mirrors making one feel as if they are backstage at the Miss America pageant, and personal shower rooms with count them --SEVEN shower heads (that's reason enough to get a girl excited about going to the gym), I felt like the only thing missing was the guest suites where one could stay over night if they preferred the facility at the health club over their own home (not that I would fit into that category, or anything).
Don't let me fool you, though. Working out at this facility is not that much of a chore, really. With incredibly compassionate staff, state of the art equipment (I can watch "Friends" re-runs while on the cross trainer just by plugging in my head phones to the monitor mounted on the face of the machine) and the fact that the facility is for "ladies only," I am much more than comfortable bearing my flab in all its glory.
During my tour of the facility, I found myself in awe of how new and sparkly, and bright, and warm everything was -- in the locker room, that is. With lighted mirrors making one feel as if they are backstage at the Miss America pageant, and personal shower rooms with count them --SEVEN shower heads (that's reason enough to get a girl excited about going to the gym), I felt like the only thing missing was the guest suites where one could stay over night if they preferred the facility at the health club over their own home (not that I would fit into that category, or anything).
On occasion, there are girls at the club offering mini-massages, too. Not that I have taken advantage of that, yet, because I am too kind of a person to let someone knead my sweat-soaked clothing with their bare hands. However, I do plan on indulging in treatments at the spa portion of the club as I meet my personal health goals. Who knows, I may even get myself a tanning package -- because they have tanning beds there, too!
Like a kid in a candy store. Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Like a kid in a candy store. Well, I wouldn't go that far.
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