I've been going to the gym for about 12 years because I am enormously dedicated to losing 10 pounds. I think of myself as a sort of Love Handle's Messiah.
Every couple of years I decide to change gyms for one reason or another - too expensive, too inconvenient, or the weights are just too heavy (my friend Eric once wanted to piggy-back on an emerging trend with a product called Lite Weights). I made such a transition a few months back and did some quick research to find the facility that was the least expensive and closest to my house. I headed over there, took a nickel tour and signed up for the three month special. After I started going, I began to notice that I seemed to be the youngest member .... by a lot! There was a certain ego boost to moving the pin on each Nautilus machine from, like, 10 to 90 lbs but, on balance, it was a little creepy. I guess no one had bothered to inform me that the gym was associated with a cardiac care unit. That explains the No Towel Snapping sign in the locker room.
When that stint ran out I decided to move on and found an excellent fitness center nearby for a very reasonable $45 per month. Endless machines, flat-panels up the proverbial wazoo, and helpful staff. While I was filling out the paperwork to join, the proprietor noticed my age and said, 'Oh, your 56. You can have the senior rate of $25 a month"
So somehow I've gone from young buck to old geezer. The fact that I'm more jazzed about the discount than depressed about the age category speaks volumes. So I guess I'll see you at Denny's.
