I went to the gym on Monday. This, in itself, isn’t a big deal. The problem was that I got there about 5 minutes too late. Too late for what, you ask? Parking. You see, my 24 Hour Fitness opened almost a year ago. What it has: a pool, tons of cardio equipment and a wide array of free weights and machines. What it lacks: parking.
You see, the parking lot only holds about 1/3 the number of cars that it needs to accommodate at peak hours. They’ve tried to compensate by arranging for additional parking in the lots of local businesses; however, to ensure that their lots aren’t overrun with gymgoers to the detriment of their employees, the lots require the cars to be parked by valets.
Monday was the worst I’ve ever seen. The gym lots were full and the valets were hit with such a rush of cars that there was a line of double-parked vehicles wrapped around the building. Bad situation, right? Now imagine that people are coming out of the gym and actually want to leave. Their cars are blocked in. They’re shouting for the four valets to move the double-parked cars so they can back out. New arrivals are shouting at the valets because they’re shuffling in-lot cars and not working the valet stand to take more cars. People who want their cars returned from the remote lots can’t get a valet to retrieve theirs because they’re too busy sprinting around the lot trying to minimize the chaos. And as I watched the valets sprinting around, sweating like crazy, I realized something: they were getting a more intense workout than what I’d just done.
I could only cruise on my post-race laziness for so long. It was time to step things up.
On Tuesday, I ran. I’d almost talked myself out of it until the Tiny Coaching Assistant gave me a hard time and told me that I’d had enough time off. It was a real run, about two miles at an 11:30 pace, trying to shake off the autumn chill and wake up my legs again. It was my only run of the week, but it made me feel good to get out there and do it.
On Thursday, I met a friend for what I expected to be a quick stress-relieving walk. Four miles later, I realized that I’d gotten a decent workout in the process.
And finally, on Saturday I went back to Zumba. Was I more coordinated the second time around. Ummm… no. But, I suspect that I was doing things a little more correctly (or at least more intensely) as I could almost immediately feel the afterburn in my legs and abs. It may make me feel awkward and insecure, but it is a good workout.
My goal for the next week is to run at least once (clearly the bar is set low), but also find a Turkey Trot or some other easy 5k race so that I can kick my routine back into gear.
What are your plans for the week?