Fitness Connection was the one. Or so it seemed. On the surface it had all the trappings of the perfect health club:
- It had a lap pool and a dry sauna
- Group classes that were all included in the membership
- The membership coordinator insisted on including $50 worth of supplements (no additional cost)
- Location wasn’t terrible, but it was still a 15 minute drive pillar to post
- It had basic (machine and free) weights, also included TRX, the Bosu and therapy balls
- It had a flexibility room where yoga, Pilate’s and Spin were held, no extra cost
- The club was not open 24-hours, so limited hours were a drawback and something I considered as a compromise.
- Total monthly fee: $9.99 (Too good to be true.)
Sign up, enrollment, and processing fee: a whopping $300!!!
Unless of course I signed up for a personal trainer for another monumental $280 a week for the duration of the contract!!!
I was so bummed out I almost gave up the hunt. Fitness Connection was the last hope around Reno for less than $64 a month and having to get roped into a contract…and no matter what verbiage they used (contract, enrollment, committment, arrangement, blood) it all translated into being locked in by signature and bank withdrawal for the duration.
The membership coordinator used the Zig Ziglar sales pitch. He asked me, “What is stopping you from signing up today?” He smelled the desperation I felt.
“Ah, I don’t want to spend $34.99 a month for a half-assed gym.”
(I didn’t say this directly to “Joe,” of course I didn’t have the nerve to say what I really felt.)
I waffled and hedged and sat through a lecture from a personal trainer (read the closer) trying to convince me it was the right place and perfect time for me to join as Joe sat at his desk staring off into space and picking his nose, waiting for me to fall over and sign the contract.
I got out of there, debit card still intact and told them I needed to check out some other clubs in the area.
I gave it 24-hours and decided to sleep on it.