Actually Using the NYSC Membership

Today marks a turning point, which I may or may not have blogged about in the past, where I get up early and go to the gym. I spend probably more than I'd like to admit on a gym membership every month and by the end of the month, I can count on two hands how many times I actually went to the gym. Clearly, it looks like a waste of time.

I decided last night to get more serious about the gym, losing weight, feeling better about myself, etc. So this morning I got up at 5:45 and headed over to the Battery Park City NYSC. This outpost usually isn't too crowded. It's not, however, the typical NYSC, crawling with young professionals just trying to squeeze in 30 minutes of cardio before a 12 hour work day. The BPC location is usually filled with middle-aged folks trying to get in shape or the occasional "I live in Jersey and commute in early to get my workout done before work" person. I did my 25 minutes on the elliptical and then some "vertical presses", "overhead presses" and this other thing that supposedly works your back. I have to say, I'm feeling the burn. Let's hope I can make this a pretty regular routine.

The only aspect that I don't enjoy about the BPC NYSC (acronyms are great) is the commuting individual who treats the gym as his/her own home gym. There's a pretty set standard at the New York Sports Club concerning the amount of time you're permitted on a cardio device (treadmill, elliptical, etc.) when others are waiting. These select few feel it is there duty to make someone wait longer than the posted 30 minute courtesy time on the device. I'm not sure why it is that only the commuters don't really understand the concept, but needless to say, it's getting annoying. I had to wait about 10 minutes today for an elliptical as they were full when I arrived. The one person who should have been done long before the others was easily a commuter as he had his gym bag next to him on the ground (stuffed full with some suit more than likely). Most normal people go to the gym first, then return home to shower, then head to work. (Okay, maybe that's not fair, but I think that's what you should do.) So after shooting a few looks like "Hey man, someone's waiting", the woman next to him finally looked over at me, smiled, and said "Don't worry, I'm almost done." Once she left, I got started and didn't hesitate to turn my head 90 degrees to the left to make sure commuter-jackass was aware of my presence. My look conveyed something along the lines of "Yeah, I'm the guy who was waiting, jerk."

Although I seem to have had a hard time at first, I look forward to maintaining this routine, regardless of the other "users" who might arrive early and throw their weight around (pun intended).