Thursday, January 18, 2007

A Lesson from Driving to the Gym

One of the many reasons that Husband and I continue to pay exorbitant fees for our gym now that our main location is a hole in the wall is because we can still access other locations that are not holes or dank basements. This includes gyms in Los Angeles, a place I never go; San Francisco, a city I used to visit frequently when I was a gainfully employed member of society; and Chicago, where my parents live. There are four locations in Chicago, all in ridiculously upscale areas, the closest being in a suburb about 15 minutes up the higway from my family compound.

Thus I found myself in the funny situation of driving to my workout. I know that for every other American who does not live in NYC, this is not funny at all, but completely normal. In fact, during summers when I lived with my parents while I was home from college, I used to drive to the community center abut 3/4 mile from their house so I could walk on a treadmill. Still, these days, I generally walk to my gym. No matter where I've lived in NYC, I've always gone to a gym within 5 or 6 blocks from my apartment. Part of the warm-up and cool down was the walk to and from the gym. Now that my gym is a dank basement, Husband and I even sometimes walk 3/4 mile to work out at a nicer branch of our gym, although now that it is freezing out, we love the dank hole.

Anyway, my point is that I discovered something important while driving to the gym on Sat. The radio was on in the car, and Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi came on just as I turned into the parking lot. I sat in the car for a few minutes so that I could car dance to at least the first chorus refrain, and that's when it struck me: my iPod had no Bon Jovi on it! This must be fixed. What have I been thinking? And just think, had I not driven to the gym, this error of my ways might have continued undiscovered!


super des said...

My gym has onelocation. I can't complain though, because they opened it right where I had always wished there was a gym. That means vations (and trips uptown) are workout-free.

Debra said...

Ok. This is also a serious oversite on my part.

Might I suggest a post where we solicit great workout music recommendations??

I'm trying to get all my music into ITunes so I can use their "beats/minute" analysis to choose a great music at my own 3 MPH pace. (btw, oddly, Boogie Shoes is a perfect pace song.)

Anonymous said...

No Bon Jovi? What if absence of Bon Jovi becomes a social disease and spreads? It pains me to read this post. I feel like I've been shot through the heart, and you're to blame! It's your life. It's now or never. Get Bon Jovi on your iPod!

SUEB0B said...

When we travel, Mr Stapler always insists I book a room at a hotel with a gym, which is often quite a bit more expensive. How many times has he used the hotel gym? Zero.

Alex Elliot said...

What drive to the gym?!!! Who does that :)

Suzanne said...

Debra, that's a great idea.