Bottle of water...check. Clean runners....check. Pass card in my pocket...check. Off to the gym I go, ready to hit the machines and get sweaty. Exercise doesn't count unless there is a bit perspiration involved. The sweat proves that I actually did something. Of course, if anyone looks at my bright red face they know I have been exerting myself.
Machine, walk, machine, walk. Around the circuit I go, chatting with the others who have shown up at this time of day. There is talk of holidays, children, jobs and even current events to help pass the time. The Beach Boys belt out summer music that reminds me of my younger days. Now their voices accompany me as I flex my muscles and strengthen my stamina.
Thirty minutes later and a good stretch, I am done. I am still amazed at how much better I feel when I show up and move my body. Now there are two daily activities which contribute to sense of well-being: writing and exercise. I am afraid vegetables are next.
Machine, walk, machine, walk. Around the circuit I go, chatting with the others who have shown up at this time of day. There is talk of holidays, children, jobs and even current events to help pass the time. The Beach Boys belt out summer music that reminds me of my younger days. Now their voices accompany me as I flex my muscles and strengthen my stamina.
Thirty minutes later and a good stretch, I am done. I am still amazed at how much better I feel when I show up and move my body. Now there are two daily activities which contribute to sense of well-being: writing and exercise. I am afraid vegetables are next.
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