One one team are doctors, quite a few of my friends, the staff in their red sales coats, Gill the lovely body conditioning gym instructor and a virtual version of myself who loves going to the gym just to run and set goals, swim and climb the climbing wall without freaking out 3/4 of the way up. On the other team is my bank account, my sofa, a cleaner home, maybe a trip to the hairdressers or a new red duffle coat for Christmas.
I joined the gym 3 years ago. I’d been desperate to join the whole time I was pregnant with Elijah and used to pay to use it for GoldDigger workouts and practices. I held off joining till after the birth part and then used my membership loads. GoldDigger was in very early stages and we always have and still do put loads of our own money in to things the project needs. Using the gym was great for us as we could meet and plan in the cafe and use the studio to practice. It was expensive for us but we couldn’t have done without it. Plus as I was using it a lot it was serving the purpose of paying the membership fee. Joel then joined and the children and now we’re all members. Realistically now I don’t get enough time to use it, the children hardly ever have time and as much as I love the facility I really think its time to quit. Monthly for the whole family to go we’re spending £100 – which we justified at the time by saying that it would be our lifestyle choice – that we’d spend the weekends there, using the pool, the children’s club etc. but its not ever what we really feel like doing on a Saturday. I’m only allowed to quit at the end of this month… so I know I need to decide one way or another… I wish I loved it and used it – and when I go I do – but I think I need to decide that when I’m paid a salary for my job I’ll join again… until then I’ll have a red duffle coat… I mean … I’ll pay off my overdraft so much quicker… but I feel a bit sad 😦
and realistically part of the fear is the ‘I’m leaving’ phone call- breaking up with mobile phone companies or gyms is one of the biggest emotional trials life can throw at you- don’t know if I’ll manage to get through it.