Personally, I love Planet Fitness. I love the “Judgement-Free Zone”. I love the Lunk-Head alarm. I love the inexpensive monthly rate. I love the incredibly flexible hours of operation – with their higher-traffic locations open 24/7. And I love the fact that my local PF gym is/was absolutely immaculate.
The atmosphere at Planet Fitness is what got me going to the gym on a regular basis. I started regularly working out at PF a few months after moving back to Michigan. I wanted to get myself into better shape. I wanted to feel better; and yes, I wanted to look better. I appreciate the fact that people of all ages, shapes and sizes are not only welcomed at PF but are the majority of their clientele.
Not only do gyms rats not run the place at PF, they are almost the object of ridicule. Sirens are sounded and flashers are lit the moment anyone clangs weights together or grunts excessively. This is all a part of making the average person feel welcome and accepted at PF.
The author of the above article strikes me as a disgruntled gym rats, who – for once in his life – was the subject of ridicule during his first, and presumably his last, visit to Planet Fitness. I will meet the author halfway on one point: I don’t like bullying and I don’t like one person alienating another for any reason. Why can’t PF be all gyms to all people? Why not include more free weights? Maybe even in a separate area?
When I was working out on a regular basis, I found myself starting to feel more like a gym rat and less of an average joe. Had I continued going, I may have even “graduated” to more of a hard-core free-weight traditional gym.
The fact is, Planet Fitness works for me. It is cheap, clean, and comfortable. During my time there, I found myself getting in better shape, building muscle, eating better and most of all feeling better about myself. I have never felt comfortable in the traditional muscle-head gym so I never went to one. Maybe the gym rates should follow the same advice when it comes to Planet Fitness.
It’s only Halloween, but reality is starting to hit me:
Winter, and Christmas, are coming soon and I for one am not ready for wither of them.
I really hate winter. It goes back to when I was a little kid. i used to hate winter because it meant the end of baseball season. as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that there’s much more to it than that. Back when I was at Eastern one winter, I nearly dropped out of school. i had just stopped going; and then I stopped leaving the house. It was an incredibly low time for me; a sensation I didn’t have to experience once while I lived in South Carolina.
Last winter, my first in Michigan in nearly a decade, was nowhere near as bad as I expected it to be. The weather was pretty mild, for the most part. I was working out and I was out socializing. School kept me busy. Alcohol kept me numb. Now, I’m just getting back to work, living 2 hours away from my gym, and with the exception of 2 glasses of wine on Sweetest day, i haven’t had a drink in 143 days.
but I love living with The Auteur. i spent a few days at my parents’ house 2 weeks ago and I felt like I was just visiting. I truly feel like I’m at home living with The Auteur; at least, as close as anything feels to home these days.
I just got back from my first work-out in well over 1 month and it felt pretty good! I didn’t go crazy; in fact, I erred on the side of caution for most of my sets. I probably spent a good hour there. It was just what not only my body, but my mind needed today.
My doctors office also called, again. This time they called to tell me the results of my blood work: my liver enzymes have returned to normal! I guess finding an alternative to Tylenol for headaches, and more importantly, going sober are finally starting to pay off.
In all seriousness though, my sobriety has already paid off in many ways. I’ve been losing weight despite the fact that I haven’t worked out in over 1 month. I do feel clearer in my head; more in touch with my thoughts and feelings. Up until this 48 hour film bullshit, things have never been better between The Auteur and I.
I feel focused, energized. I’ve been orbiting this whole “rebuilding” phase for over a year now and I feel like things are finally starting to come together for me. I feel like my Perfect Storm is just over the horizon.