Today was my last day of working out at Planet Fitness. It was also my last day at work, but that is to personal to talk about. Instead, I am bidding goodbye to my first gym. I know it gets no respect, and, considering some of the things I have read, maybe some shouldn’t. They are not the most friendly chain to those who are interested in getting in shape, in fact, they have a “lunk alarm”.In spite of this, it was my first gym. It helped me make the transition from working out at home to using a public facility. From what I’ve read, my particular one was far friendlier to weightlifters than the average P.F.. I went from deadlifting 60lbs to 120 there. It was my first chance to use heavy weights and use equipment I can’t afford to own. I made friends there, but again, too personal to discuss via the internet.
So I move on now, to a much smaller local gym. In many ways it is a better gym. I finally will have my squat rack. But it is still a change. New people, new customs, new habits. *sigh* In many ways, it is a metaphor for everything I am dealing with right now. No matter if better things lie in wait, I liked what I had, and I will miss it.
So I finally broke down and joined a gym. I joined Planet Fitness, a big chain here, because it was cheap and convenient. I had little idea of what to expect, other than what I have heard others say. My first impressions were mixed, but mostly positive. The girl behind the desk, on the day I checked the place out, immediately made eye contact and asked me if she could help me. When I went back to sign up, the young man was equally helpful and friendly. I went back today to work out. It felt so strange. First, they made it clear I could move anything I wanted to, anywhere that I wanted to, which I did. I did somewhat of the same workout I would have done at home, using mostly dumbells, the swiss ball and the pull up contraption. I tried out the smith machine. They don’t have a squat rack per se. They do have a bar and weights. It’s hard to describe, as I have never seen equipment like this before. I think I could have just taken the bar off the thing they had it on, I don’t think it was a machine, more of a rack? rest? Maybe for bench pressing. There were a lot of guys over there, and I felt intimidated. I did my clean and presses and my deadlifts with the dumbells. Ouch, talk about having to stabalize yourself! Everything felt so strange, having other people there. I got a REALLY good workout in, in my excitement to try things, I definitely overdid it a bit. My one shoulder is sore, I did some t pushups with weights I wasn’t used to and over balanced on one. As you can tell from the way I’m writing, my feelings and thoughts about it are all over the place. I’ll let you know more when I get more used to it.