I currently work out at Gold's Gym. It's ok, but there's nowhere to even think about trying olympic lifts there, and you can forget about a trainer there being able to help you with that sort of thing. So I looked up Marietta gyms online and found a place called Coffee's Gym. I went to check it out today. It's got some issues. For one, it's very small, very cramped in the room with most of the equipment. A bench/squat/press workout would be difficult, although I may switch to dumbells for bench, and that would solve the space problem. And any issues I saw were vastly outweighed by the positives. I'm getting a tour, the guy is showing me the weights and such, I guess what he figures a guy like me wants to see, and I say, "Where's the real work get done?" So he takes me to the side room. Wood flooring with pads on top. Two large black dudes watching from the side. One petite, and very cute, white girl with her hands on a barbell which is laying on the floor with two bumper plates on either side. I don't know bumper plate standards yet, so I have no clue how much weight it was. She clean and jerks it, locks out, and drops it bam to the ground. Impressive!! And that's when I chat with the owner, John Coffee. Chat with him for minute, start getting excited about a new gym. I'm finally going to learn olympic lifts from some who knows what they are doing!!! Turns out petite girl competes nationally (and is married, too bad). Anyway, right as I was leaving, Coffee asks me to turn to the side, put my feet in a squat position, hands out straight ahead, and squat down. I do so, and he is pleased to see a nice form, upright without back bend. I suppose that means he has less to reteach me. I imagine most people new to o-lifting have to unlearn bad habits, but as I have related in this blog before, I've been putting a lot of effort into increasing my flexibility and achieving perfect form.

I'm going to have to quit Gold's Gym, which means I have to write the billing company a letter. Isn't that ridiculous? I can't just cancel, I have to write a damn letter.