I was an active member of NYSC for over 10 years. I love that I can go anytime and anywhere as its presence is ubiquitous. When I go in stressed or frustrated, I always come out happy and ready to take on the world. It was my sanctuary. During those years, I made an effort to not let anything interrupted my 4x/week gym time.
Since I have been diagnosed, my attendance at NYSC plummeted, but I didn't cancel my membership. I kept hoping that I would return and get back to my old self. So every now and then, I walked a block down to relive the past. It's a different gym though. It has changed at some point in my absence into a new gym with new machines, new staff, and different members. It didn't feel like home, especially when the aches and pains limit me from utilizing some of the equipment there.
Last year, I knew that NYSC has more than I would need in terms of location, equipment, people, etc. But it took until today, for me to have the heart to finally walk into the club and sign my cancellation form. I walked out crying. I just broke up with my constant, my haven, my past.
I know the end of one era begins another. It's still difficult for me, but I'll eventually come to terms with giving up my membership. These days I reserve enough energy to go to my small building gym 3-4x/week. I customize my workouts to maintain and aim to achieve the same goals I had in the past. Regardless of where, at least I still get to have my sanctuary.
Since I have been diagnosed, my attendance at NYSC plummeted, but I didn't cancel my membership. I kept hoping that I would return and get back to my old self. So every now and then, I walked a block down to relive the past. It's a different gym though. It has changed at some point in my absence into a new gym with new machines, new staff, and different members. It didn't feel like home, especially when the aches and pains limit me from utilizing some of the equipment there.
Last year, I knew that NYSC has more than I would need in terms of location, equipment, people, etc. But it took until today, for me to have the heart to finally walk into the club and sign my cancellation form. I walked out crying. I just broke up with my constant, my haven, my past.
I know the end of one era begins another. It's still difficult for me, but I'll eventually come to terms with giving up my membership. These days I reserve enough energy to go to my small building gym 3-4x/week. I customize my workouts to maintain and aim to achieve the same goals I had in the past. Regardless of where, at least I still get to have my sanctuary.
