YMCA Blues

I had a hard night at the gym tonight. Feeling very bitter toward the Y. The place I loved before. And no, it's not all about my trainer not being there. Thank God I still have him. They just suck now. Ha ha.

So before Mike was putting together a lot of specialty classes. Granted, they were costing me an arm and a leg, but they don't have a great selection of regular classes, at least not at our Y branch. There are basically three classes you can take and not pay for. You can take Zumba. (uh, no) Body Pump (which I do) and Cycling (which I do.) There is no kick boxing, no pilates, no Boot camp. So for the most part I was perfectly content to pay for these things. I had a great variety of work outs through the week. But with Mike gone, no one is running any specialty classes besides Kettlebells. Which I tried, didn't love, and is now being run by another trainer I don't care for. Because participation is down the rates have gone up. For the life of me this doesn't make sense. If participation is down because people can't afford it then why not either make them regular classes or lower the price thereby allowing more people who could potentially afford it?

I was super excited when they finally offered a boot camp class, one that I didn't have to pay for. Effective immediately, the class was cancelled due to low attendance. There were only ever 2-3 three of us. But they put the class in direct competition with Zumba. There was no promoting of it in any way and it wasn't even on the schedule. Who is making these decisions here? I feel like the boat is sinking and maybe it's time for me to broaden even further and on some nights get to another Y where there are more options. They are all much farther away, which makes it much more difficult with the boys, but I'm just not sure what else to do. The vibe sucked in there tonight. Boys that were not cool sharing the free weights with the loan girl in their area, trainers all sitting around doing nothing as opposed to oh I don't know, RUNNING A CLASS! I felt myself just wanting to go home.

This. is. not. good. I've come all this way, I can't give up. But I am trying SO hard to be pro-active and open in finding tools to help me reach my goals.
I just felt like screaming. Or crying. I just can't catch a break.