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I’ve never been a member of a gym. Can you believe that? I’m around 30 years old and I have never, ever paid for a gym membership. Sure, in college, we had free access to the gyms around campus, but I didn’t sign up for that—I just got it. When I was growing up, my parents were members of a swim club that had a gym on-site, and to which I had access because my parents paid for a membership. But I didn’t sign up for that either. As an adult who can make her own choices (financial and otherwise) I have never opted to join a gym. I hear people talking about their gyms as if they’re some sort of places of religious worship—they claim these places changed their lives. But, personally, joining a gym has never called my name. And I think at this point, it never will. I don’t go to the gym and here’s why I love that.
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No driving time
I don’t need to budget an hour just to drive to and from the gym and find parking there. When I want to exercise, exactly three minutes elapse before that desire turns into a reality. I just put on walking shoes and walk out the front door, or I lie out a yoga mat and put on a workout video. I dedicate all of my workout time to working out and none of it to getting to the place where I’ll work out.
