I joined a gym today. This is not all that surprising as I have joined and un-joined many a gym in my life, but I always come back to one simple fact: I hate to exercise. HATE it. But this time may indeed be different. This time, I think I could actually love it.
Let me tell you about our equipment, the manager purposed as he met me at the door. It’s state of the art, blah, blah, blah…
That’s wonderful, I responded, What’s the ratio of staff to children in babysitting?
Eight to one. Our Racquetball is really top notch. And our pool is blah, blah, blah…
Uh-huh… And the providers, are they certified?
Yes. Our floor is anti-bounce so not to damage your knees. That’s really important.. blah, blah, blah.
Fabulous. What sort of activities do you do with the kids?
Arts & Crafts, climbing, computer games and so on. Let’s talk about your fitness goals, blah, blah, blah…
Eh, how many kids are usually in the center?
I don’t know. Maybe fifteen. We offer yoga, tennis, cycle, blah, blah, blah…
Fine. Great. Terrific.
Okay, Ma’am. What do you think?
I’m in. You had me at two hours of childcare.
And so I signed the contract, smiling the whole time. I cannot wait to get to the gym tomorrow. And I cannot wait to not be called Ma’am.