Cheetah Gym, Wicker Park, Chicago
This week I joined a gym. It’s kind of strange, not that I’ve never been to a gym, but the paying part. I used to work out in the small fitness center in our office building here in Chicago. In New York, I didn’t really have a workout routine. In San Diego I walked and biked on the beach every day. In Wisconsin, we had a huge gym with classes and everything available to all the employees where I worked. So it’s the first time I’ve become a gym member.
The worst part of Cheetah Gym’s Wicker Park location is that the treadmills and ellipticals all face out the windows, which is great because everyone’s not staring at each other, but the bad part is that you stare at Cold Stone the entire time you’re working out. I can’t decide if this is motivating or not.
