Today I resumed my workaday routine after the Holidays. Driving home in icy weather I expected long delays and maybe a crowded gym when I got home owing to my later arrival. I didn’t get the bad drive, but I did get the crowded gym.
Though I arrived right about the time I usually do each evening the gym was wall-to-wall. Literally every exercise station was occupied with somebody doing something. All the treadmills, the ellipticals, the stationary bike, the weight machines, the pullup bars, the free weight benches and the yoga mats. Everything. I think the water fountain even had somebody standing in front of it.
So I left.
I love my workouts these days, but I’m not going to stand in line at an exercise machine for an unknown period of time hovering while I wait for somebody to finish their 20? 30? 40? minute workout. Boring, probably rude and frustrating. Not the workout experience I’m looking for.
Since this is the first time I’ve turned away from my gym since I moved here it got me wondering – why? What was special about today. Then it hit me – it’s the New Year. Crap.
I’m really, really hoping that the crowd I saw tonight is not the New Year’s resolution gang. Those people are like locusts. When they swarm there’s just nothing you can do but be frustrated until February. By then they’ve all returned to whatever they were doing before they made their resolutions, and you get your gym back. I tell you, if ever somebody figured out how to make New Year’s resolutions stick you could make a fortune by building gyms everywhere. We’d need twice as many overnight.
Here’s hoping.
