Sometimes we ask for what we want and it doesn’t work the way we expected. Case in point: I decided at my WW meeting yesterday that I would be brave and go back to my gym and ask to set up a real orientation session to learn how to adjust the machines. It seemed easy enough and how threatening could it be, to just go in and ask some questions?
I stopped on my way home from work, all bundled up with cold weather clothes and with a bad case of hat hair which doesn’t do much for feeling pretty. I went to the fitness desk with the little blue-shirted young perky trainers and asked about getting one or two paid sessions with a trainer to make sure I know how to do the logistics of the machines.
The next thing I knew, I was talking to a manager – who turned out to be the same 24 year old guy who did my original orientation, the one that had consisted of a quick tour and a hard sell on the packaged trainer sessions. He did say that individual sessions were available at $60/ea, up to 12. But if I were to pay that, it would be cheaper to just sign up for the smallest package, which is twice a month at $40/each. But then I would need to also pay an enrollment fee.
The numbers got me muddled because, let’s be honest, what I wanted wasn’t what he was talking about. I can appreciate that they want to see us achieve our goals – as long as that means they sell more training packages. And I admit that having a trainer twice a month could be very motivational, assuming I went. Since I’ve been particularly good at avoiding the place completely, I just didn’t want that option.
I left having not signed up for anything. I’m saving up for a new car (more on that another post) and think that I’ll just try again to go back and figure it out on my own. And if it’s too hard for me to make sense of it, or to get over feeling intimidated by all the men and perky toned youngsters, well, we’ll see what happens.
Richard Simmons’ Sweating to the Oldies sounds better all the time.