I am currently sitting in the Planet Fitness lounge waiting for my daughter to finish her workout.
Every muscle in my body hurts and I just had a hydro massage so I’m also very relaxed.
How did I get here?
I have been a black card member of Planet Fitness for 4 days. And I have spent a lot of time in the gym since then.
You see, I am on vacation. I am between jobs, my new professional non-profit development and marketing position starts Monday and I worked my last long shift in retail food service last Saturday. I will still keep my Target gig on Saturdays for a while, I’ve got a lot of vacation to use and I do love my “Target family.”
But that is another story.
This is a story about getting my daughter access to the gym she needs, and it turns out maybe the gym I need, too.
We visited and toured Planet Fitness on Tuesday afternoon because their $21.99/month no contract Black Card membership allows my teen to work out with me. Or a friend. Every single time. I joined. Because we have no contract, I really couldn’t lose.
The teen insists all she needs to lose the weight her doctor wants to see her shed is the right gym.
So we played around on Tuesday and signed up for design your own program on Wednesday. Or was it Monday and Tuesday? Sarah, the trainer, customized a program for me, the member, but also one for my daughter, a guest.
We didn’t get through all of it so we returned to finish the next day. The teen seems to be enthusiastic.
Meanwhile, I’ve also been taking two 30 minute classes a day with Sarah, not because I’m a masochistic (though I suppose I am) but because I want to learn as much as I can about this gym while I have the time.
That said, I think Sarah wants me dead. Just kidding. She’s a trainer. She’s supposed to push you hard.
I’ve taken back and triceps, PF 360 strength, core (twice) and the 30-minute circuit. Sadly, she took Thursday off as part of the hiring process for a new job so I wasn’t able to take classes with her Thursday. And she’ll be leaving very soon.
But I’ve noticed as she’s learned what I am capable of, she’s expected more of me. And even though I haven’t done any of her bicep classes, my arms are killing me. And I haven’t done any of her cardio classes, but I sweat until my hair is drenched as soon as she enters the vicinity.
Yup. She will be missed.