I’ll admit it — I’ve been keeping a secret. It’ not like I’m ashamed of it or anything. It’s just that I didn’t want to go public with my new obsession until I was sure that I wanted to make it last. By now, I’m close to categorically certain that this fledgling fascination I’ve been flirting with is going to become a near-permanent part of my life, so it’s time to announce it to the world:
I quit my gym membership. Because CrossFit changed my life.
Bitter Lawyer is concerned about the health of its readers. Honestly. So as a test study, we semi-randomly picked one of the most out-of-shape Bitter Lawyer writers to give P90X Extreme Home Workout a try. We told him to report back in six months. Here’s what he had to say.
I work at a big firm, so I go through lots of ups and downs when it comes to working out. When work is slow, my gym regimen is pretty consistent—three days a week. When I’m working on a deal around the clock, my gym regimen generally consists of walking an extra two blocks to avoid seeing the gym on the way to the office. My gym is on street-level with plenty of large plate-glass windows facing the street. So I try to avoid walking past it on my “slug days,” as I inevitably see an associate on the treadmill, who gives me an obligatory salute or nod as if to say “hey, not making it today, pal?” I don’t need the guilt.
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Our firm has a gym, and it’s the only thing I’ve loved about the place since my summer clerk days. It’s, by far, the best perk—and seems to be recession proof. It’s been my hour of escape from corporate insanity for years, but now it has been invaded, and it’s pissing me off.
It goes without saying that a law firm gym locker room is going to have it’s share of old dudes who like to let it all hang out. It seems that no matter what time I go to our gym, there’s always some partner sitting around in his birthday suit, even in the chairs around the TV when you first walk in.
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