Don't get me wrong–spotting not one... not two... but FOUR cockroaches in the locker room of my local independent gym (the only option within walking distance from my apartment) can/will never be construed as a good thing.

But the nightmarish incident did give me the impetus I needed to quit my membership and join Class Pass.

Ok–I know I'm a little bit late to the game on this one, but Class Pass is AMAZING. It was the easiest thing in the world to sign up for, and booking classes at the bazillion exercise studios around the city is a total breeze, especially via the Class Pass app. Oh, and customer service is phenom.

While I've always been into the healthy lifestyle thing, true NYC fitness buff I am not. After all, my love for wholesome food is the reason I weigh five pounds too much, the only Lulu I feel comfortable buying is from the outlet, and frankly the Soul Cycle cult scares me. The beauty of Class Pass is how is completely meshes with my–or anyone's for that matter–fitness personality.

Last week alone, I attended an oddly spiritual yoga-meets-kickboxing class at Circuit of Change, an enjoyably high energy FlyWheel session, a please-never-make-me-use-those-muscles-again barre hour at Exhale, and a refreshingly challenging Row House experience. Being able to jump around so much keeps working out incredibly unexpected and fun, not to mention makes you realize how terrible those zombie-like elliptical sessions really are.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some Bikram to do...