The biggest loser is me

Posted on | September 16, 2008 | 2 Comments

Again, I signed up for something at my gym (the coolest fucking gym in Portland, thankyouverymuch) and almost bailed. I’ve had an earache for days. I was tired. I curled up in our dark living room and tried to ignore the bleeding red clock that counted down the moments until 7:45, when I would have to leave. But I pulled my ass out of my own way, and ventured forth, to the Biggest Loser class. What is it? Well we watch the biggest loser (a show I’d never seen) while keeping a “hiking” pace on the ellipticals and the treadmills. Adam used the commercials to his advantage and had us ratchet up the difficulty or head downstairs for some quick circuts with squats, wall-chair, and steps. Did I mention this was for TWO hours? Now, I paid money for this yesterday. Adam has done an amazing job keeping his clients up to date on the latest and greatest at the gym. He made the decision to charge a small fee for the class (25 bucks for the entire season) so that people would feel accountable. It’s a correct assumption. I’m far from a cheapskate, but if I pay money for something I want it. Oh,and I got a spiffy new bottle! I love bottles.

The gym is a small place, but it feels homey, like I stepped into someone’s private studio. The harsh flourescents, highlighting all your insecurities, are exchanged for softer light, or none at all. The key to the gym is keeping the power consumption down. Oh, and I was the only one to sign up for the Biggest Loser class. Karen, the gym manager, Adam the owner and another woman (who was super freaking nice but I forgot her name…the only reason I remembered the other names was because I looked it up on the site) and I all climbed onto the machinery, chatted, got a little winded, and moved our tushies for two hours. I felt elated. I still feel elated. There’s another class, which will be outdoors tomorrow that I hope to get into.

And now, I must sleep.

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