GREY MATTER TRAINING FACILITY

My usual gym was shut for MLK so I decided to try a hot workout concept soon to be in Decatur. I love competition and working out with others so this appealed to me. Since my location is being built out I braved Clairmont Road and headed to Emory Point. I was inspired by the cool Orange asthetic and clean lines. They even had really hip bathrooms with the coolest Cintas dispensers I ever saw. Apparently, there are awards for who wins in their age category and since the other 20 participants were clearly all in undergrad or graduate school I already felt like a huge winner...sorta. This was going well. I was scared honestly as all our progress would be tracked on a screen and we could see what heart rate zone we were in by a contraption around us. Despite my ridiculous lack of human grace that has made me tread mill phobic for life, I got on and gave it my best. Determined to stay in the game with the svelte undergrads surrounding me, I gazed at the screen. Now don't get me wrong I know darn well nobody cares how I do or even knows which name is mine but we are social creatures and we don't want to feel like losers. I gazed at the screen. Everything was lighting up blue, orange, green, red. These kids were pushing it! They were thoroughbreds right out of the gate. Mine read a flat grey...a meager 25% to their intense 99%. I felt sad and despondent and I looked over at the machines next to mine. Wait a second! Those sorority girls settings mirrored mine, I was sure the technology was broken. I called over the attendent outside the fish bowl frantically waving my arms. I was desperate to be saved from the data depths of my depression. First they changed it out, told me the pod worked fine, I just need to put it higher. I got back on, it happened again. Finally, they told me to workout without the monitor. Alas, I thought I might leave. It just wasn't that fun without the monitor, others near 100's and my nothing all because I am too old I can't even get the equipment right. I went back out, they told me it worked, it was my fault all along. I again readjusted the pod lodging it deep and uncomfortably under my skin as instructed and immedietely got back on it. Suddenly the screen lit up like magic. Myself and the tech were back in the game and I felt excited and driven, my colors were heating up...phew! However, the software engineer in me ticked on despite the blaring music and wah wah of the instructor and I questioned the whole user error thing. I dislodged the pod from beneath my skin where it was getting ready to form a fossil and put it back in it's original spot and it still worked perfectly. I knew something was afoul. I finished the workout, which was killer awesome. I silently thanked my tech errors for giving me a few minutes time out as it was tough and went to tell the fit counter attendant that something didn't make sense, they must have changed something else. He immedietely admitted I was right. The band actually was busted and it is what picks up the data, the pod just transmits data. He was extremely defensive and starting saying he didn't know and I had to literally calm the guy down. I really didn't care that much but I did want to know the truth #EngineersLoveAnswers. I heard him say Jami's gone and they grabbed some other tryout folks and ushered them into a room. I assume to ask their impression of the experience. It's such a petty thing but it really niggles me. I was there for a workout not a mental workout. Great business is about simplicity. I just really didn't understand why you would lie? Lying never helps a business.