Lab5 Fitness

Now that I live in Seattle, I can go to that crazy circuit training class, among others, at a swanky yuppie gym called Lab5 Fitness.  Like many of Seattle's businesses and institutions, the interior has an industrial feel with exposed (and actually, unfinished) beams in the ceiling, and a chain link curtain at the entry way.  It is a far cry from the Harlem New York Sports Club that I frequented in my NYC days.  It is so shockingly clean, and has a wonderful array of Pilates classes and frightening strength-training classes designed by Navy Seals, and class sizes are limited to about 10-15.

My aunt, who is still trying to be ranked "favorite aunt" (though since she is housing me and got me my interview for the job I now have, she is already very high on the list), bought me an introductory package of 3 classes and special grippy toe-socks for the Pilates class we attended together last night.

Today, I attended my second circuit training class, which focused on lower-body today, and came close to falling down the stairs when I got home.