It finally happened! I went to the gym. It’s been about four months since I’ve had any exercise that you pay for. I feel pretty good.
I dread the gym on the weekends–it’s peacock city. The patrons are pretty blonde girls with ponytails and slick grunting studs with fades. It makes me feel old and fat. Well, actually, I am a bit old and fat, but who wants to be reminded by ten foot mirrors and giggling youths?
Today was splendid, rounder, more mid-thirtyish people were abundant. I also felt pretty with my new highlights and a slightly trimmer figure (by two pounds!). My workout? Good. I followed Tennisfiend’s advice to move slowly through my exercises instead of rushing through them in order to get out of the gym ASAP. I’ll be back again Wednesday.