Day Off

~ Laura

No post tonight.

I can’t write tonight. I’m having trouble breathing.

My gym called up yesterday and offered my a free hour with a personal trainer who would show how me to use the weight equipment. Okay, sure.

I met up with Christina at 2:00. She asked me what my goals were. I said that I had no goals. I just liked to watch their TVs on the treadmill. Not a great way to start an hour with Christina, the woman who operated the weight controls.

As we approached the first machine, she said that this first, free session wasn’t going to be enough. I really needed ongoing work with her one on one, which would cost $150 an hour. Me. Frozen smile.

She continued her hard sell throughout the workout. I kept up the frozen smile. She kept increasing the weights. I need to reconsider my policy of accepting all free things.

Off to bed to finish reading the article on the New Orleans police department in the New Yorker.

Published by Laura

4 thoughts on “Day Off”

  1. We need to talk about the word free. There was a latin rendition of “there is no such thing as a free lunch” hung in a place of honor at the Graduate School of Public Policy at Berkeley. Or maybe it was just above a fireplace. Anyway, it was the school’s informal motto. I guess you got the hour-long MPP degree today.
    Oh, and if you get a call offering “free” weekend at the Cape (or somewhere in Florida) where all you have to do is listen to some “information” about the place, I suggest a firm “no.”
    But geez, $150/hour for a personal trainer!

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  2. RC, We enjoyed a lovely weekend in Williamsburg at a timeshare villa we could never afford, including a buffet breakfast. We saved our firm “no” for the helpful, informative, one-hour hard sell. Totally worth it.

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  3. Funny, my wife is willing to take on the timeshare offers while for me, looming dread of a one-hour hard sell would kill every shred of possible enjoyment. It’s a temperament thing, I guess.
    Laura’s session sounds like a bait and switch, though, and thoroughly unprofessional of the gym’s management.

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  4. A depressing article on the New Orleans PD, huh? Although I do wonder about its accuracy. The writer confuses Rita (which was headed towards Texas and turned right) with Katrina (which was headed towards Florida and turned left). It’s hard to get a handle on anything that happened that week, but if the New Yorker (despite its reputation for checking every fact) can’t even get widely available info right, I wonder about the other info. On the whole, though, it’s probably accurate.

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