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Never gymless

Posted by Ben on Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Okay, let’s get the copyright stuff out of the way first. Never Gymless is a training guide written by arguably my favorite trainer that I’ve never met, Ross Enamait (sorry, Tony, you’ll have to do better than hookers and chocolates). I’ve gushed about his stuff before, having read both Infinite Intensity and The Underground Guide to Warrior Training. It’s his training methods that I’ve adopted since, oh, this past June, and it’s been great. However, in the interest of full disclosure, despite this particular book being recommended on a few occasions, I’ve never read Never Gymless *hangs head in shame*. I’m sure it’s yet another great tome from Ross, but I instead bought one of his beanies recently, so that’s about all I can contribute to the cause for a bit.

Now, that being said, I’m constantly searching for ways to reduce stress in my life, whether it’s active (qigong, Gray Cook progressions, piecemeal yoga, self-myofascial release, trigger point therapy, etc) or passive (mediation, videogaming, reading, etc). The push started almost exactly three years ago when I’d just started blogging at the end of my Connecticut exile, and I rather militantly blew up my circle of friends and decided to really concentrate on surrounding myself with people who seemed to give me the most life energy while taking the least (more here on that). Over the past year, I’ve had several discussions with a co-worker who seems to live by the mantra of reducing stress and living simply and within means. I also read a great recommendation from Lyle McDonald. Together, these events have gone a long way toward helping me recognize and reduce stress, and last week, I took another step.

Mark the date of Friday, February 13, 2009, as the day that I wrote and mailed a letter to my gym saying thanks but I’m done. I’m done with the asinine business hours. I’m done waiting on equipment. I’m done hearing “trainers” “train.” I’m done dealing with brotards practicing for a porno soundtrack. I’m done watching bean poles in wife-beaters hump-curling dumbbells two inches from the rack. I’m done with mocking the squat-rack curlers, the cardio bunnies, the Tracy Anderson wannabes, and the BOSU ballers—okay, no, I’ll keep mocking them, but at least I won’t have to see them. In essense, I am done with the gym.

For the first time in just over seven years, I am without a gym membership and a desire to have one. I joined my gym back around the turn of 2002, and with the exception of four months in that span, I’ve paid twenty-five dollars a month in membership dues (before joining, I paid fifty bucks a month for six months at the. best. gym. ever—no longer there—just outside of Richmond, Virginia, and that four-month stretch was forty dollars a month at a decent start-up gym in Stamford, Connecticut). That’s over $2500, and while that money could’ve gone toward a down payment on a house, more books and/or a certification, or even a home gym of my own, it was still money well spent, but the time has come to fully embrace my gymless training while saving a little green each month. Of course, I’ll eventually put together a home gym, but no time soon, and that’s just fine.

The world is now my gym, it’s open 24/7, and it’s free :)

(This pretty much seals the deal that I’ll be doing another link-only post since I’m so far behind. If I actually tear myself away from the Xbox for an hour or two, I might get it done by the end of the weekend!)


3 Responses to “Never gymless”

  1. Roland said

    So, now you have $25 to spend on Never Gymless.

  2. Redlefty said

    Ouch, we spend $2,500 on memberships in a lot less than seven years. Family pricing FTW.

    Bioshock got you in its grips?

  3. Ben said

    Very true, Roland. It’s on the to-do list.

    And yes, I know I’m a couple years late to the Xbox 360 gaming party, but OMGWTFLOL!!!!!1!1!!!11 I’m not one for first-person shooters, but this. is. awesome. I have to set my phone alarm to a predetermined time so I won’t play until sunrise.

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