Quasi-Inclusive Gym ... [the one with that "Stop"
+ a Hand Logo - its real identity co-incidental to this blog post] ... and, like upscalegymfullofyoungpeople.co
m, it too is full of young people (and it is, actually, super-upscale--we are no longer talking about the mid-market--which, in my world of job instability and expensive rent, is still upscale and expensive to ME ... BUT at a price point actually somewhat above the one that's around that of the IHRSA bunch ...] and I guested at it.
Short-duration guest pass, that's why I'm free to blog.
So, nature must abhor a vacuum. Not too frequently is a guest gymster (who looks like he/she knows what they're doing) approached by a personal trainer trolling for new clients in this slow, uncrowded; everybody-who-is-anybody-is out-of-town or over at The Open, period.
This time, I think the reasons I was NOT approached are more obvious. For one, I look intimidatingly gaunt/so not-young/so not well-heeled. I am now quite a bit more hollow-cheeked than is shown in my avatar. For another, seeming cardio queen (however feebly motivated at any one time)--not usually approached.
You see, my feet are in such uncorrectable shape (due to surgery being non-indicated because I was 43 at the time of poddo diagnosis) that I now do BOSU aerobics where Step Aerobics used to reside ... Even on an overinflated BOttomSideUp ball (on the dome side, of course). The personal trainers milling around use BOSU balls with their clients ... a LOT, but with the flat side up. They did not look particularly inspired in their offerings... not like the military-style drill sergeant personal trainers I vaguely remember from upscalegymfullofyoungpeople.co
But remember, this super-upscale gym guns for the more aesthetically driven repeat business and not the burnout, killer, 6 weeks-to-the-wedding bunch. Their charges are obviously frequent-fliers and seemingly quite motivated ... I learned from my experience as a yoga studio fairly regular attendee, that you treat the high-value customers with kid gloves (I had not been one of them) ...
Anyway, overall, the vibe was different. The music was better. Not hipster or hip-hop. Nearly perfect for my workout. If the BPM got too fast, I trained flexibility and worked in some intervals before doing arabesques, chassees, or kicks while one foot was on the dome's top.
I saw some gal doing YogaBoxing in the vacated studio where a boxing of some sort class usually was ... She shortly got dressed thereafter (while I was gearing up for another short round in locker room) and practically sailed out of that gym. Looking like the celebrity reporter whose workout she probably just imitated.
But me? I was nobody to be messed with.
I had not been approached by any personal trainer, per se; but by a licensed nutrition specialist, trolling for clients.
Can't win. Had a lengthy discussion with him.
I was not seen doing the workout that celebrities don't do, by this nutrition guy.