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| - HOO-AH. It's time to get JACKED, reader. It's time to pump some literary iron. It's time to get zazzed up on fitness. It's time for my review of the YMCA. Are you ready? Deep breaths. One...two... three.
This gym is, as every single other person has pointed out, quite affordable for what you get in return. I like that the locker rooms are massive so I can conveniently choose an aisle where some old dude isn't swinging his figs in my face. I like that I get a lock without paying for it (seriously, what the HELL Crowfoot location? You think you're special because you're located in my affluent neighborhood? No. Get stuffed. Downtown gives me locks for free and so should you.).
I like that there's a sauna - I like that so much that I don't even mind that it's full of naked grandpas.
But let's move on. This place has a reasonable amount of equipment and surprisingly has never been full to the brimming when I go. (seriously, what the HELL World Health Club Edgemont location? Did you just HAND OUT memberships to homeless people or something? I've never had to get in a LINE for a machine before. No. Get stuffed.)
I like that they have studios that don't always have classes in them. That way I can go in there and chuck massive medicine balls against the walls and no crotchety old ladies yell at me (Seriously, what the HELL spa lady? Women's only memberships? Sexism is alive and well. No. Get stuffed.). Not that they would anyways, because this place is primarily staffed with fun people.
I come here to get massive every so often. I run on their machines. I lift their weights. I huff and puff and I wipe the machine down with precision and care every single time I get off it. If you DON'T, there's a special level of hell reserved for you.
The bottom line is that this is a conveniently located gym with a surprising amount of quality equipment and a lot of cool facilities like squash courts and a tilted running track.
Oh, and I don't know why, but the lighting in the locker room makes me look 10x more in shape than I actually am and I like that a lot. I spend at least 2 minutes after every work out admiring my faux-physique. Whoever installed those lights is some sort of friggin' artist. I invite you to come do some lighting work in my bedroom.
My only complaint is that there ought to be more rooms for me to throw those massive medicine balls around in - but I can't complain too hard because the awful Crowfoot Location doesn't even have ONE room to throw the balls around in, and I REALLY LIKE PLAYING WITH THOSE BALLS!!!
...It's not what it sounds like.
But you shouldn't go here. Why? Because if everyone knew how awesome this place is, it'd get packed and I'd have to ask if I could "work in", and that's lame.
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