Yesterday, I signed a membership agreement with L.A. Fitness.
I also decided, all gyms should offer you a taco the minute you walk in,
Just to make you feel more comfortable about being there.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with L.A. Fitness, it’s a “chain” of gyms.
There are a lot of them in Southern California, and they’re located in many other states too.
I’m in different parts of the county every day, so the idea of being able to use a gym’s facilities in different cities/locations was appealing.
(Briefcase and I are also discussing the possibility of selling our house sometime in the next year so I didn’t want to get locked in to a small, specific, geographical area.)
I signed up with the (very nice) general manager, Christopher Prekup, at the Alicia Parkway (Mission Viejo) location.
I really liked him.
He isn’t your typical Full-of-Shit gym salesperson.
(No, I’m not getting a thing for referrals. But, if you think of it tell Chris I said hi if you decide to go visit. He thinks I’m funny.)
The Alicia facility is NOT the L.A. Fitness closest to my home and it probably won’t be the location I’m at most often.
It was, however, the closest one to where I was yesterday.
I expect I’ll be visiting L.A. Fitness locations all over Orange County (and L.A.) on various days.
There are, of course, all sorts of different memberships you can sign up for but I decided on one that will only cost me $19.99 per month.
The price is hard to beat.
The pool is heated to 80-84F which is perfect.
The pool water is checked, and “treated” every 4 hours so I know it’s clean.
The gym offers a lot of various types of classes too, at no additional charge.
(I hate it when gyms charge extra for specific classes like yoga or pilates.)
I plan on trying a lot of different classes – even though I know I won’t be able to do any upper body stuff in the classes.
I really like the fact there were people of all ages and all fitness levels walking around.
I would feel very out of place in a gym of entirely 20 year old hard-bodies.
Today, I’m having an “assessment” done by a hard-body He-Man named Caleb.
(Chris warned me Caleb is a big muscly guy. He didn’t want me to be intimidated by him. He told me Caleb-The-He-Man is “very nice” and “not everybody here looks like him.”)
I’m pretty sure I’ll die of shame from the experience.
Is there such thing as a fitness level of negative 75?
If there is, that’s where I’ll be.
On the other hand,
It can only improve from this point, right?