@ Carl I'm sorry to hear that. I've been apart of 3 different Crossfit gyms and I've never had a bad experience. Sounds like this owner is a bit into himself. I would suggest at trying it out with a full class. The part I love most about Crossfit is having other members surrounding going through the same grueling workout that you are.
If it's still lame after that, maybe you can check out another location?
Yes, he seemed a bit into himself, and the Crossfit experience.
I am lucky to have a gym closeby, never mind a Crossfit. I will wait and see if their hour offerings get better; I might try it out as you say.
Just the prospect of dressing, all sweaty, into my work clothes is not all that appealing, especially paying four times as much for the privilege.
I visited 3 gyms when I decided it was something I wanted to do.
At 24-Hour Fitness, my reception was very cold, kind of like McDonald's - employee just manning a counter, no obvious special knowledge, no commission compensation.
At Crunch, I got a hard sell for both the membership and personal training sessions.
At a private gym, I got a pretty soft sell. I don't think their managers work on commission.
I joined the private gym. I say it was "the right degree of friendly." 24-Hour was too stand-off-ish; I wouldn't have known what to do there as a newbie. Crunch was too much about a gym-going lifestyle, or the gym as a social club (not that people weren't working out hard). At my gym, I don't feel pressured to be sociable, but there are also people to help a newbie (including 3 hours with a trainer as part of a new membership). Considering my gym has free towel service, 2 pools, sauna, hot tub, steam room, 3 weight rooms, 3 cardio rooms, etc., etc., I also get a good deal, though it's by no means budget.
If your new to the gym, I highly recommend doing what I did - visit the gyms in the radius you're looking at. Maybe even work out there once or twice. You can often cancel a membership early for a full refund, or pay for day use to test it out.
Thanks for the advice; I do belong to a private gym even smaller than the one you belong to; no pools, towel service, sauna etc. Just a cardio, machine, and best of all, a nice big free-weight area. And in my area, gyms are rare as hen's teeth.
Crossfit just seemed like it would be a good change of pace.
$140 a month?? Yikes.
You don't need much equipment, that sounds like a plan.
Any gym is rare in my area. We have no chain gyms. The only other show in town is the Y, really nice but too far for a lunchtime strike. That's 90 a month.
The plain vanilla one I go to is in one of the few shopping centers here, that's 35 a month, a great value since I'm only there for the weights.
The Crossfit would be $125 a month for three sessions a week.
In my opinion with Crossfit you are buying a brand name as opposed to a generic workout. You are paying a premium so that you can say you do Crossfit. Cross fit just happens to be the current flavor of the month. Long before Crossfit and long after Crossfit people will be getting into good shape. I am guessing that you might have to sign a yearly contract to join and if so that is $1500 per year for the crossfit. You could run for a year save the $1500 and buy lots of different things like kettle balls, dumbbells, boxes, and resistance bands and do workouts at home.
I've thought about setting up at home, especially with my simple needs.
I would do that if I came unto financial straights (job loss) and needed to cut back monthly expenses.
Otherwise I need to do my thing off-site. The prospect of my family hearing me grunt and pant is not a pleasant one.
And one thing Crossfit does possibly offer is doing it with others, and some mutual support. I am tired of working out alone.
No neighbors and friends.
It would also mean very early morning, or end of day; neither time a good fit as far as energy levels.
I think you found a good place. Having 3 hours training on the equipment for new members is a great way to keep them safe and welcome them to the place.
The story when we toured was that the gym is owned by a family whose primary business is in construction. Indeed, it used to be 2 gym businesses, but when the construction business did work on the other one, and wasn't paid, they got the gym next door and combined them.
There are advantages to belonging to a gym that's something of a hobby, rather than a primary livelihood, for the owners. It's always improving, for one. New landscaping. New ping-pong rooms. But not always in the ways you expect. I need to complain about 3/4 lights being out in the sauna.
"ping-pong rooms" and a dimly lit sauna?
Rebekah are you sure this is a legit gym or could it be something a bit more seedy?
I walked into the (then) new Golds' Gym in Greenville, North Carolina. I was greeted at the door by an annoyingly peppy, 20-something, 5ft lesbian-gymnast-cheerleader-Marylou Retton impersonator in boys' jogging shorts and an oversized canary yellow windbreaker with her hair cut so short and tight Sgt. Hartman himself would have been proud.
The aptly named "Bobby" then proceeded to launch into a confusingly long winded speech that she had obviously already given 14 times that day about the Gyms' schedule, available classes and hours of operation that was interspersed with enthusiastic self applause all while bouncing with startling speed from the ball of one foot to the other like a small child who desperately needed to pee and managing to completely avoid my attempts to interrupt her with questions about how much was membership and where they kept the free weights.
My optimistic and androgynous gymnast new best friend (who still had not stopped talking long enough to inhale and I was sure would pass out at any moment) then turned and led me through some sort of metal detector/turn stile that reminded me of taking the BART rail system in San Fransisco as a kid into some haphazardly arranged labyrinth of basketball courts, running machines, rowing machines and yoga classes filled with Men who smelled like hand sanitizer and fabric softener and I am almost certain got sore nipples and cramps when their wives were pregnant.
Still ignoring my questions and without inhaling.
After some time, I was led to a very small room in which the largest fixture was a 9 foot tall African American gentleman whom I am sure had just spent a considerable amount of time in prison and wanted to trade me for a pack of cigarettes, behind which were several rows of crap dumbells and barbells I could have bought myself at a yard sale. Bobby then introduced me to the overfed, oversized, sweaty African American fellow, though his name was something unpronounceable and he spoke with some sort of Caribbean accent and left me alone with my new new best friend, Mgumba-click-whistle (or whatever in the hell his name was). I was saddend by her departure, but glad she got a chance to breath.
Mr. Click-Whistle then proceeded to demonstrate with admirable enthusiasm his understanding of the human body and it's demands for physical exercise and the growth of muscle mass. (undoubtedly necessary when fighting off hordes of raging Rastafarians or your fellow inmate).
ALl while ignoring my question about pricing. (though I now knew more or less where they kept the free weights).
After this demonstration of Click-Whistles physical prowess, my new new best friend led me through a hall, and point out to me the location of the showers. My first thought was to avoid retrieving dropped soap at all costs, my second thought was "staph infection". Once that nightmare made reality was brought to it's conclusion, I was mercifully brought back to Bobby, my long lost Lesbian gymnast friend who then cheerfully showed me the counter where I could pay money for the awesome opportunity of repeating this tour de force the next day or at my earliest convenience, handed me a clipboard and pencil with a questionnaire about what my experience was like in touring their facilities as well as a brief description of my fitness goals and a few questions designed to offer some insight into my personality.
I left without joining.