For the brand new Zócalo Square feature “Where I Go”, recent USC masters in writing grad Meghan Lewit decided to write up her gym.
This is no Pilates or yoga haven. Rather, it’s a 24-Hour Fitness in a Koreatown office building that has reviewers on Yelp reaching for the negative slams. Lewit shows a comical flair for description, dubbing the fitness room as being like the set of “an Olivia Newton John video” and sharing the humiliation of “being pitied by a fellow member of a [higher ranked LA area] 24-Hour Fitness.” But there’s a silver lining:
My gym brings together a genuine cross-section of the city. There are lots of Asians, many Latinos, a handful of blacks, a few whites, some Indians, and even the occasional Borat-like patron of mysterious origin. You might even say that my gym is the city of Los Angeles.
It’s a place of nearly constant frustration where diverse people are peacefully forced together, united primarily in their sourness and irritation. And yet we dimly suspect, despite the hassles, that this is exactly where we want to be.
Fuzzy TV monitors showing Jeopardy! and wacky Bollywood dance class teacher be damned.
[H/T Emmanuelle Richard]