February
no longer owe, so off to the gym i go.
So after nearly a year of somewhat forced exile from the gym, I’m going back. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t like me, it was just I didn’t pay my dues after about April, so technically by law, they could have called the police on me had I darkened their doorstep. I lost my job in February of last year, and for the longest I was living off my writing and my saintly mother who made sure I didn’t starve and had a warm place to sleep, among countless other things. Well, dear mother started getting phone calls from the collection agency for me at her house about this gym membership. She started asking me questions, and I was honestly embarrassed, having gotten myself into a contract I couldn’t pay. My mother hates contracts and monthly payments of any kind aside from basic utilities and such. She’s only ever bought one vehicle and made payments. The rest she paid in full for. My mother could give Dave Ramsey a run for his money.
So the other day, my mom hands me her card and says, “Pay this shit off and don’t do it again.” OK, my mom never says shit, but I thought it would be good for emphasis. She did tell me to call them, take care of it, and if I ever signed another contract in my life except for a marriage contract, she would hang me upside down and staple my toes to the wall. And yes, I realize every day how lucky I am to have my mom, not just because she gets me out of messes, but how she shows me unconditional love and for teaching me to be the person I could be.
I called Friday and he said it would take over the weekend to process, which after waiting nearly a year without gym access, what’s another few days. I called the club this morning and ta-da. My balance is zero. My contract is completely paid off for the remainder of my two and a half years, plus what I owed before. I was super excited, ready to put on my shoes and permanently attach myself to the elliptical machine…. until I looked out the window and realized…. There is four inches of snow and ice on my road. So except for a year where I couldn’t go, a weekend of waiting, and freshly fallen ice and snow, I’m unstoppable.
Your mom rocks:) Enjoy the gym… when it stops snowing.