Sunday, August 1, 2010

Oy Vay, what is my deal?

In my first post I mentioned the difficulty I have felt in locating a gym sin my cross country transplant. I can and have located MANY gyms in Boston. Gyms with meat heads, gyms without meat heads. Gyms with fancy equipment and gyms with worn, tattered equipment. I have seen and used neighborhood gyms and fancy downtown gyms. I have joined three, and have left three (or rather, I have left 2, but the third is on its way out). And I continue, despite my love for movement, fitness and exercise, to miss that lovin' feeling that I have had with prior gym spaces.

This displacement has resulted in diminishing workouts though I continue to move this body on a daily basis. The weather here is beautiful in the summer and I walk daily for 3-5 miles. I do however miss group fitness yoga, group strength training classes and kickboxing classes. I run and do the 'basics' on my own, but I miss the sense of belonging and 'social time' that naturally comes with attending a class or being a member at a gym.

I have been considering a 'scary' proposition, one that I have not ever considered before. I am actually considering foregoing the gym membership per say and continuing my daily movement and exercise on my own, and joining a yoga studio instead of a 'gym'.

Any suggestions?

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