On Saturday the 1st, we moved the equipment out. One by one, out the door and onto a trailer. Milo gave the kids rides on the dolly and on the equipment. I commented that at least somebody was having fun. The kids did great while we moved and hauled and packed. They have been told over the years to only touch the black part of the equipment! The white was the money in this case. Being in a franchise left us stuck in an agreement we had to abide by or risk being sued. So I was diligent at getting all my ducks in a row and following orders. The main part being that I couldn't sell my equipment. I either had to send it back to corporate, strip and scrap it or I could donate it to another club. I chose to donate it and charge them a delivery fee. But I needed the stuff to work when it got to where it was going.
These 3 pictures of the empty, boring club make me sad. What once was a place for women to come together and always felt so warm and welcoming really was just paint on walls. But when it was the club, it was awesome.