The Breakup- I'm Done with Gold's Gym Willow Lawn

January 13, 2016 by Sara Woznicki in Life In Your 20's, life lessons, Sara's Column, Tweets and Mascara

I've been an unwilling patron of the Gold's Gym at Willow Lawn for the past two year. I say unwilling because I got locked into a contract that made it nearly impossible for me to leave. Rather than paying a meager $9.99/month with no contract, plus 3 months free, like they have been advertising on a billboard right next to my house, I pay $29.99/ month with a two year contract and 0 months free.

That billboard is a daily reminder of my angst with Gold's Gym.

I pass it every day to get home.

My anger began when I started going to yoga (isn't it ironic) and they don't cap the classes. Nor do they have a door-lock policy where you have to show up on time or not be allowed in. So not only is the class passed what I would consider capacity, but they continue to let people cram in halfway through class. How can I focus on relaxing when I'm getting jostled during my sun salutations?

Let's Work it Out: My Gym Pet Peeves

September 25, 2015 by Sara Woznicki in Leisure, Life In Your 20's, Sara's Column, Tweets and Mascara

Since I'm committing to this healthy lifestyle thing, I've also been going to the gym consistently since January. I'm not quite a fan of the gym in general (I'm more of a fan of outdoor running or organized sport), but Gold's Gym is a special sort of hell. First of all, they have an outwardly sexist sign in the women's restroom, bragging about how "real men" go to Gold's. Slap on that their trainers stand on treadmills during busy hours and bitch when you ask them to move, it's really usually not an endearing experience. And then throw on top that Style Weekly gave them a damn award that they now flaunt, it's all really shoving my nose in the dirt.

But anyways, this blog post is supposed to be going into what people do at the gym that annoy me (because the people at Gold's also piss me off). So now that we're back on track, I'd like to build off this classic Cazey article about awkward gym encounters, and list out some of my pet peeves with the gym:

Awkward Gym Encounters

November 28, 2014 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Life In Your 20's, Tweets and Mascara, Uncategorized

This morning I’ve finished doing leg lifts on a dip machine and am about to do some decline crunches when this dude approaches me: “Hey, man, can you spot me?” He smells of sour cream and onion BO.

Points of information: I don’t know this man, he reeks, and I am not comfortable spotting people. I am also wearing headphones, which is like wearing an invisibility cloak: Don’t disrupt someone with headphones. So why are you asking me, dude? Do I look like a for-hire spotter?

However, I acquiesce. It’s more awkward to say “No, I can’t” than to feign spotting (unless I end up allowing the barbell to crush his sternum; that could be way more awkward).