I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately and I’ve chosen exercise as a way of coping with it. Initially I did the binge thing, but that just left me feeling shittier and more stressed. So I began working out. Daily. And it helped. I would walk the bridge, which is .5 mile one-way and I would do a minimum of 2 miles every day. I also tried to do the elliptical as much as possible.
My stress has currently reached DEFCON 5 and I called the YMCA. There are a number of reasons why I’ve decided to
finally suck it up join a gym.
- It’s started to get hot in Florida. Not only is it hotter, but it’s a fuckload more humid. I’m not a fan of sweating in places I didn’t know could sweat.
- I’d like to expand my workout repertoire, and in the same way I look at Pinterest and know that I am nowhere close to being crafty, I looked at “exercises you can do at home with just a couch and a chair” in the same way. You can’t take a Spin class at home, nor can you just hop on a treadmill and just run. Because oh my god do I just want to run. And run. And run. And since I don’t have a Spin bike or a treadmill in my house, alas, another reason to become a member.
- The YMCA offers a community and I dearly love being a part of a community. Especially since I’m raising a kid and having a community-mentality is something I want to instill in her.
- I love working out with my lil buddy, but I would love to run without pushing a stroller.
- There’s free babysitting. Mind you I use the term “free” loosely because I am paying to be a member so that I can capitalize on the free babysitting, but nonetheless, you drop your kid off and go work out and they are still alive when you return.
But I didn’t believe them. Not the free part, but the “my kid will still be alive” part. Because I have never left my kid with anyone except her grandmother and the fiance. (actually, ex-fiance. long story. I’ll post on that later.) The idea of leaving my kid with a stranger making minimum wage in a room full of 11 other kids terrified me.
So I called the YMCA before ever stepping foot in the door and left a voicemail for the Membership Director.
“Hi, I’m interested in becoming a member and utilizing the Kid Care for my 11 month-er, can you please tell me what safety precautions you take to ensure children are not abducted from the Kid Care? I don’t want to drop her off and have a friend or relative or anyone NOT ME pick her up and I’m not sure what y’all do to prevent kidnappings. Also, can I set up my video baby monitor in there while I work out?”
The membership director called me back and was beyond magical at reassuring me. I sign the baby into Kid Care and I’m the only one who can sign her out. I can set up the baby monitor, but only so long as there are no other children in there because I guess it’s illegal to be able to watch other kids on it. Like I’d be watching any other kid except my own, unless they tried to smack her or snatch a toy from her. Then my evil eye would be all over their shit.
Then she told me, “Tomorrow we’re having a Kid Health Day at the Y, come on down and you can meet all the caregivers and Directors. There’s gonna be a bouncy house and vendors.” So, the next day we went to the Y and I talked with everyone and met everyone. She walked me around and gave me the tour.
Today I took my 1st day of the Free Week trial membership –not to workout, mind you. Nope. I didn’t even come in workout clothes. I came only to put her into the Kid Care and then frantically chew off all my nails in the lobby while peaking in every 5 minutes to see if they were beating her, sexually assaulting her, ignoring her, or letting her cry without coming to get me.
The only thing that happened was the Caregiver put her on a chair where she played in the back of the room looking uncomfortable in her new environment full of older crazy kids. I told the caregiver, “She can’t walk yet,” and motioned to her placement in the chair. The caregiver was oblivious to this hint so I found the Membership Director and
totally fucking ratted her out mentioned this to her and the Director told the caregiver girl, “She can’t walk yet so don’t put her in the chair.”
“But she’s fine in the chair and she got out of it herself.”
“Yes, but she can’t walk and we don’t want her to fall out and get a bump on her head or else you’ll have a bump on yours.”
I fucking love
really appreciated how the Director handled it. Anyone who threatens bodily harm to their employee to ensure the safety of my child is a hero in my book!!!
We survived our first time in Kid Care at the YMCA. Gonna repeat it again tomorrow and time how long it takes before the kid starts to cry. Pretty sure she lasted 30 minutes today without me! Hoping tomorrow she lasts for 45 minutes so that I can start working out. Because 45 minutes is about the minimum of a solid workout at the gym. And the longer she lasts, the longer I can use my coping mechanism of exercise to de-stress and fuck me, well doesn’t it then become one big win-win situation? Indeed. Win-win for us all. (unless that caregiver puts her in the chair again. then it’ll be a bump to her head!)