Somehow, I was convinced by a friend that joining a gym would be well worth the investment. Even though we all know that by the end of the yearly contract, each workout is likely to have cost about $70 if the number of workouts is averaged with the monthly costs.
To make it even worse, I signed up right at the end of December, with all the other “I’m going to start the new year with a new me!” crowd.
And here’s what happened:
Conversation with very eager sales guy who was maybe still trying to make his quota for that shift…
Guy: But don’t you want a personal trainer?
Guy: But what are your goals?
Me: To be less crazy.
Me: No, seriously. I just need to be more active to help with my anxiety and depression.
Guy: Oh-kay. But how about if you talk to a personal trainer anyway?
I did not talk to a personal trainer.
Conversation with my psychiatrist after have already been going to the gym for three weeks, a minimum of twice a week…
Me: Did you know that exercise and working out makes you feel better?
Him: Umm, yes. We talk about that every time you come in.
Me: I mean, it’s so amazing! If only I had known about the benefits before. I could have started sooner.
Him: You did know. We talk about it every time you come in.
Me: I mean, who knew about this? They should really put this information out there so people with depression and anxiety will do it.
Him: [Shaking head slowly and lowering it into his hands.]
To be fair, I do this sort of thing to him all the time in an attempt to be funny. I have also asked him for medication with a better street value so that I can afford appointments with him. He turned me down. He knows I’m a total smart ass.
The moral of the story is to exercise. Any maybe join a gym.