But then Monday night comes, and other stuff comes up. Like… sleeping. Or talking on the phone. Or forgetting completely.
But this week I have an actual excuse because last night I went and volunteered at a phone bank for the Equality for All Campaign (Come on, Vote NO on 8 people, really)
--more on that later--
And also last night… maybe not on the same level of mass importance, but still pretty damn important to me; I paid off my gym membership.
45 bucks more in my bank account every month.
I am FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I was stupid to sign a three year contract. I know that now. At the time however, it made sense. The gym was near to my office. I was all adult and mature and had landed myself a “real” job working in Corporate America doing Big Person things like Business Lunches, Traveling for Business, wearing Business Suits, etc. At 24. I had arrived and I was ready to add Regular Gym User and Awesomely In Shape to my list of accomplishments.
I even convinced Jia to join with me.
I had such hopes… such plans for my body, my health, my time… my life.
For a few months things went well. Despite drinking mochas after our twice a week workouts, Jia and I told ourselves that we were on the right track.
Then it all cold and winter like, (that was the year that is sleeted/hailed/almost snowed in San Jose) and suddenly going to the gym was not as much fun.
Eventually we stopped going as regularly. Then we stopped going together at all. I still would make the occasional appearance, but it wasn’t as much fun by myself and the trips to the gym began to get all sorts of scarce.
Then I lost my job, got divorced, and started the whirlwind “transitional” period of my life… that yes, I am technically still entrenched in. Going to the gym, especially one downtown and nowhere near where I have been working or living for the past 2 and a half years, became less and less of an option.
In true Evil Gym manner, they kept taking money out of my account. 45 bucks, every month.
I tried to get out of it, I begged, I pleaded, I flirted, I told my (true) sob story about sleeping on the floor and not being able to buy groceries… but to no avail.
But… no more! Last night I gleefully paid my final month and canceled my membership. They tried to sweet talk me with a reduced rate for life… they tried to sign me up with a personal trainer, they asked about my weight loss goals, they pitched the improvements that have been made since my last visit (June 2007)…They begged, they pleaded, I think Manager Dave even flirted a little bit. But I won.
I am free.