I Loved You, ClassPass, But You Broke My Heart

I am giving up on fitness because of $65. ClassPass, a popular fitness membership and my cult of choice, just increased its membership price from $125/month to $190/month, zooming from the realm of "Affordable If You Eat Only Peanut Butter Sandwiches For 50 Percent Of Your Work Lunches" into the faraway zone of "Don't Even Think About It, You Will Be EVICTED And Then Homeless And It Won't Matter How Tight Your Ass Is." I have to break up with ClassPass. I have no option -- I just can't afford it anymore. And, like I'm living in some alternate universe where I am a Fitness Person, I'm getting shockingly emotional about not working out. I joined ClassPass because I was (well, am) out of shape and severely lacking in self-discipline. The subscription allows members to take an unlimited number of classes at different gyms around New York City. The variety quieted my whirring brain, which stops me from running more than three miles not because I'm physically incapable but because I cannot entertain my mind for any longer period of time. It gave me structure and commitment. If I signed up for a class, I had to show up, or else absorb a steep cancellation fee. In my first month, I took 20 classes. At the price of $125, I paid $6.25 per class. In a city where classes are almost always more than $25 each, this is absolute madness. I was robbing gyms, essentially, but I was doing it with a killer calves and well-toned arms. Steal from the rich and give to the hot-and-very-greedy, r...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news