And while I've proven loyal to these words, my endurance is withering. Exhaustion perpetuates as I tirelessly sort through the expanse, simultaneously balancing matters demanding attention in the present.
However, the lukewarm status of the Beef Rib Pho and Steamed Baos was quite disappointing. Pho was a recent addition to the menu, intending to fill the void for those craving noodle soup instead of banh mi dipped in broth. Admittedy, their soup base offered less complexity that I Love Pho, but was also observed to contain lower fat and sodium levels overall. Noodles, cilantro, scallions, and red onion slivers were placed into a separate container for takeout orders; two large portions of beef rib were laid on top.
Contrary to information she had received from one member of staff, guests were not permitted to enter the facility without the member's physical presence. When I pried for additional details, the man behind the counter was quick to revealed his greenness. An older, curly-haired manager appeared, confirmed the weekend's pilates schedule with a single call, and provided information on possible next steps. Despite being called upon without warning, she offered helpful clarity, even offering a printed schedule of the pilates classes offered through the gym. For a one-time class pass without membership presence though, I'd be subjected to a day use fee of $50 and class-specific fee of $50. Naturally, I walked out, resolving to conduct errands before coming back with my member.
All was assumed fine, until I dropped the package off at home and realized I had been charged $17.53 for a Hot Cake Hash Brown Happy Meal with no Hash Browns. Grabbing the receipt, I angrily tucked into the cupholder while I rushed back to Life Time to meet my member. McDonald's would need to wait till after the class.
From the moment I re-entered the space to sign my guest pass agreement, I was regarded with a look of exasperation and annoyance. The lady behind the counter rushed me to place my signature, even taking to rolling her eyes as I scanned the terms and conditions. Her badge read "Samantha, Concierge", and was likely the rudest concierge member with which I had the misfortune of crossing paths.
"Can I get a copy of this?" I asked, for it was common practice that all engaged parties of an agreement should retain a copy for their own records.
"No." She responded curtly, as if I had inquired something of extraordinary absurdity. "It's on the website."
Then, my eyes fell upon a clause within the agreement. "It says that the guest pass is good for three consecutive days?"
"It's only today." She replied, her head turned away.
"It says right here though." I pointed to the document before us.
She snatched the page from me roughly, then loudly declared "select locations! We are not one." before thrusting the page back.
Had I not already been late for my class, I would have continued to request evidence surrounding her claim. It was neither proven nor delivered with the courteous a paying or unpaying member ought be receiving. Moreover, the purpose of guest passes is to increase a business' customer reach; Samantha's flippant attitude and reluctance to execute her duties competently and respectfully would merely lead to the opposite result: an unsatisfied user, such as myself.
After marveling at the depth of the change room, as well as the hot tub located inside, I was guided up to the third floor. Past the daycare centre, squash rooms, basketball court, and table tennis tables, I found Ringside.
The boxing-inspired class had already commenced. Setting down my crossbody hastily, I warily dove behind other class participants to obtain a jump rope, hand weights, and foam mat. The instructor had begun to shout out several warmup exercises, including jumping rope and punch "numbers". The "1234" shorthands were not entirely foreign to me, thanks to a thorough introduction to boxing dating back to three years ago and regular participation of Reps to the Rhythm's boxing cardio workouts.
From the later planks to weighted lunges to burpees, not a single form reminder was extended. Incorrect alignment of the body while undergoing repetitive, high-impact movements is already a formula for injury, but this risk only heightens with the addition of five- or ten-pound weights. Modification options were barely mentioned, let alone encouraged. This rigorous format may serve to stimulate those lacking motivation to move, but quickly grows exclusive to those suffering injuries and weakness such as myself. Pushing participants to reach greater goals is a positive, but it is also crucial to remind the less experienced to be mindful of their capabilities. Lastly, quantifying and associating skipping rope counts as a measure of success was an aspect I was truly unfond of. Rather than focusing on the mind-body connection and conditioning for strength and mobility, numbers were used as qualifiers for improvement.
Needless to say, I was not fond of the class, nor the instructor's tone, which bore too great a resemblance to the PM that drove me to the edge of crisis.
The remainder of my day was spent utterly unproductively: Lunch was eventually consumed at 2 PM, showering concluded at 3 PM, and laundry finished at 4 PM. By this point, I had tended to none of the activities I would normally have achieved - to a comprehensive degree too. In addition, I found myself experiencing a sense of hollowness: there was no longer pilates to look forward to.
- Get dressed, drive somewhere, fight for parking, then undergo the entire process again for a roundtrip commute, adding unnecessary downtime to my already chaotic day
- Surrender rights to my own schedule, and to willingly have my time be at the mercy of their group fitness class schedule, as well as their service staff and instructor capabilities
- Not exercising the muscles I need, at the pace I need: Ringside rendered my upper body lifeless for up to three days, interfering with my regular routine and restricting range of motion in dance and pilates. I had never felt so rigid in my life.
- Use public facilities with variable functionality and cleanliness
Yet, the most frustrating part of it all: A gym member pays atrocious fees for this loss of functionality, loss of freedom, and, worst of all, loss of fundamental respect.
This recipe was incredibly low in fat, evident in the mere 10 g of vegetable oil specified as well as the difficulty used to unmould them. Fine, uniform air bubbles had been achieved using the stand mixer, but minimal rise was witnessed in the finished product.
Baking for 375 F for 20 minutes yielded nothing more than burnt cupcake tops and even drier cupcakes in a repulsive steamed egg solution. The floral essences of lavender remained, but were mixed with a tad of char due to their surface-bound occupancy.
It is recommended that a silicon tray be used for portioning the filling, for hard plastic doesn't usually freeze and invert well.
- H8. Sashimi, Sushi & Big California with all salmon for an extra toonie; and
- SR6. Unagi Dragon Roll
Eagerly awaiting its arrival, I excitedly placed one piece of Jokbal onto the romaine, then drizzled it with fishy sewoojeot and a small amount of what apeared to be beige ssamjang. One bite in and I would exclaim at its saltiness, and promptly push the condiments aside. The Kimchi Fried Rice had been made less spicy, as requested, and topped with a fried egg. Folded within were bits of chopped pork - a sincerely welcome addition in a world of overpriced fried rice dishes. The kimchi banchan was comparatively spicier, and notably less acidic than the last time an order was placed. Meanwhile, the bean sprouts were crunchy and delicious, neither excessively garlicy or watery.
Flavourful was the KalbiTang; in its broth were traces of black pepper, but nothing like the extremes of Myungdong Kalguku. The glass noodles underneath were a bit soggy, thus hurried eaten within a ten-hour period to prevent swelling and disintegration the next day. As with Yum's Kitchen, the beef ribs were a tad tough, though meaty.
The soup dish was accompanied by a container of rice bearing a faint beige tint, appearing to be a hybrid of white short-grain and barley rice. On the first day, the grains were soft and easy to pick up; heat was needed to lessen their rigid on the following day.