*6 minutes from home *clean, white, large brick building
*mall-like parking space
*Why are the stairs so shiny, I don't need shiny stairs at the gym. Dirty stairs would be alright.
*the equipment is brand new, endless rows of treadmills
*Sweet, healthy, youthful kids working at the counter- the kind I went to high school with. They probably get good grades, speak better English than I do, and won't start fights in the parking lot.
* I am offered a free locker key in exchange for my entrance card to be placed on a wooden grid. It's nothing short of valet parking to me.
* I am patiently escorted to the place Zane will be playing. I am concerned. This is the deal-breaker for me. A large room down a short hallway. If a fire breaks out I can grab him quickly. The room is well-organized with toys that are newer and cleaner than the nursery play area at church. And that says a lot. A nice woman holding a newborn welcomes us and Zane goes right for the cars. There is one other little girl there. We each get to wear plastic bracelets, those you collected up your arm as a teen from the waterparks, with matching numbers. He forgets I exist. I run the treatmill and I didn't even have to sign up for it!
* The dumbells are arranged in order of weight. Imagine that.
* None of the ceiling tiles or florecent light covers are broken OR cracked!
* The carpet is so fresh and I don't see any blood stains or chalk marks.
* To top it ALL off, there is a huge magazine rack with Thom Yorke staring at me from the cover of Spin.
Have I told you lately that I love this place?
* To top it ALL off, there is a huge magazine rack with Thom Yorke staring at me from the cover of Spin.
Have I told you lately that I love this place?
** pic not by me
