I just moved – new job, new city, new life. But I still come back to Lancaster every weekend, making an interstate trek from Maryland to Pennsylvania, to train with Max Power.
I guess I could find a gym around my new place. It’d be more convenient than schlepping across state lines. But I’ve heard horror stories about the gyms around here. Crappy equipment, meatnecks who grunt whenever they move, gym staff who hassle you if you won’t bring in new members.
And frankly, it wouldn’t be the same. I like the privacy at Max Power – the only grunting I hear is my own, and I don’t need to worry about anyone thinking it’s unladylike (usually because I’m more concerned with trying to breathe).
I like the variety – training is never boring.
I like having someone else count for me (so I can focus on trying to breathe).
I like having someone watch my form so I won’t hurt myself.
I like hanging out with Mike and the rest of the Max Power family. It’s hard to find a good group of people to work out and train with – people with positive attitudes who push you to be your best self.
But mainly, I keep making that drive up and down I-83 because I like the results. I like knowing I can lift 200 pounds off the floor. I like being able to fit in my skinny jeans. I like having the energy to get through a new job that has my day starting before the sun comes up.
So why Max Power? Because most fitness fads don’t work and workout resolutions don’t last but Max Power does.
