I've thought it over, and the people at the 24-hour place were pushy.  They didn't actually push me, but the first time I went in there, my so-called gym counselor who signed me up for the pass—his name was Juan—before he let me run off and go swimming and play handed me over to his supervisor, who was tall, buff, blond, and tanned—I forget his name but he had a lisp—to try to muscle me into a membership right there on the spot.  He said with his stupid lisp and big muscles, What's stopping you from working out with us here? and I said You're stopping me—I'm trying to go work out right now in that room with my guest pass.  Then Juan called me around 7-8am the next morning.  I was sleeping, and I when I saw the unfamiliar number I got excited thinking it's a potential new client because I had left a lot of samples the previous day for a field consultant meeting, but it was Juan from 24-hour fitness, and I said, Oh, Hi Juan, and I felt myself getting drowsy, and he wanted to know what time I was coming back to the gym, and I said I dunno, next week, and when he said, Oh and said his goodbyes, I felt the tone of his voice fall like a meal in the cafeteria when he realized he's not getting his commision for signing me up and that bastard was only thinking about his money, and I went back to sleep.  Then today, when I walked in happily to take advantage of my free pass—Well, first I tried to sneak in past the employee so I could get an extra session—but when he stopped me and I feigned surprise, he said my pass had expired when he looked me up.  I told him I hadn't even utilized it yet, come on, guy, and he said Why don't you just sign up with us right now?  I realized this tired bozo is trying to sign me up!  So I gave him some cock and bull story about not having my wallet and this smartass goes, How could you not have your wallet?  You left the house without your wallet?  What if a cop were to pull you over without your wallet right now? I dunno how I replied, but he definitely had the edge, the villain.  I was sulking inside because he was stifling my good spirit, and sneaking by I had overheard him telling someone he hadn't slept much, so I asked him if he felt tired, but the asshole wouldn't confide in me, so I knew he was an asshole and left, defeated.

The YMCA just told me their price the first time, and has left me alone since I've been using my three time guest pass.  I'm going to sign up there probably. They're not 24 hours, sure, and I keep running into the biggest member of the club, but spite is a helluva drug.