Oh I love my Y...with it's rusty machines and a petri-dish of a swimming pool. I like it's tini-tiny sauna where the boy who packs groceries in Giant Eagle saw me once and now embarrasses me with reminiscing of our sauna experience every time I shop. I love it's Jacuzzi with muslim women entering in right in burkas and long black dresses which balloon out like huge mushrooms. Why do I love it? For the spirit and energy it has. Yes, it's not your last-word technology high-tech gym and so what...when I see how an 80 year old over-runs me on a treadmill, I immediately get motivated. Because if he can do it, I must do it.
YMCA!