Reunited
My trainer - let's call her J - was amazing. I could easily justify the cost. I saw constant improvement. It was fun. I was investing in my body. Plus, good trainers are like bartenders or therapists for some reason, and inevitably they end up knowing more about your life than your friends and family do. That's got to be worth something.
Anyway, when the market tanked, no matter how I crunched the numbers, I knew I couldn't go on paying the approximately $100 per session that virtually all gyms charge. My body may have been in awesome shape, but if I got canned, it was going to need a place to live. Hence, my mission to find more cost effective workouts began.
I can say pretty confidently now that I don't need a trainer to get in a really good workout. And I'm having lots of fun with Manhattan's endless array of classes. But I haven't forgotten J.
In fact, I saw her this morning. We met in Central Park. Outside the gym, we've struck a deal where I save about half the cost of a session and she still takes home more than the cut she'd get from the gym. We did this last summer and it was tons of fun. You have to be cool with getting a little dirty, but where else in Manhattan can you work out a few feet from seals (sea lions?)? Weather and scheduling issues have kept us from getting going so far this summer, but today was wonderful and I'm hoping to see her again.
I'll keep you posted.
-Gym Belle-
1 Comment
Reader Comments (1)
So you do workouts outside around Manhattan? You should post some of those workouts so people can follow them like an exercise scavenger hunt