Member Memories

~Let me first say that the Bainbridge Athletic Club is indeed a place for families. Whether you've got kids and a spouse - or not - the staff and members at the BAC do a phenomenal job of making everyone feel welcomed and well taken care of – and only as a family member can.

The BAC facilities and expertise are first-rate and for me, no day is complete without even a brief visit to the club and the people that make up the membership and staff.

Thanks very much for a job well done and for providing us all with a great place.

Sincerely,

Ben Pecora
Long-time BAC member and Kitsap Peninsula Sports Council Director

~I would like to say thank you for your involvement with us in starting our fitness program. When we joined, Mabel and I started by using the Partners program (which we are still in).  This is a greatway to critique each others work out. This has been very helpful. Since we were unsure how to start using what equipment and what exercises we needed for our age (seniors) we decided to use your fitness trainer program. This program is top notch, we are working with our trainer, JimJones, twice a week using routines that he set up for us. He works with us one on one showing us how to use the equipment correctly. Kudos to Jim!

To anyone thinking about a fitness program and are unsure as to how tostart just stop by the front desk the staff will make you feel at home. Mabel and I look forward to our workouts they are not only stimulating, but lots of fun. Your facilities are outstanding. 

Thank you,

Ray and Mabel Keeney.

~ This isn't exactly a testimonial. As you know, I'm a writer, and sometimes things just write themselves in my head:

 Why I Hate Gyms (And am a member of Bainbridge Athletic Club). To some of us, it is natural to hate gyms. Since our earliest years, gyms have meant humiliation of the every-one-is-watching-while-you-blow-it sort. The mere entering of cavernous spaces filled with athletic equipment raises emotions better left in grade school: why even go near them? 

Middle age is one reason. Once free of the school gym, I found I liked exercise, as long as I didn't have to choose sides, use a ball, or win trophies. Kayaking, running, hiking, rock-climbing, biking, great stuff. But it's hard to take infants along, and I got out of the habit. Then wear and tear, age and accident combined against me: I found that I couldn't go out and run without something breaking, but if I stopped moving I seized up.

Add in middle-age spread and my choice was clear: either consign myself to hobbling, overweight, and feebleness, or. Join a gym. Those temples of sport and sweat; how could I possibly fit in with the perfect-bodied and jock-minded? Of course, prejudice is everywhere, and I harbored a lot: one flash of bleached teeth, painted toe-nails, or designer athletic gear, and I was out of there-or was I? 

The folks at BAC come in all sorts: I've found no smugness here. The teachers I've encountered are expert and still learning.  In classes, we struggle, students and teachers alike, to do the best we can. And those sneering jocks? Forget about it! 

Vicki Saunders