The gym
To postpone the day of my death, I do two types of exercise – strength training (the gym), and aerobics (my bike). I like riding my bike, but most days I would rather stay home and eat cheesecake. I really don’t like the gym at all, but they tell me it’s important. My incentive (see previous blog post) is the old men who can do twice what I can. It hurts when I have to lower the weight some old guy used, to use the machine myself. It also hurts when an old guy on a bike smokes past me like I’m sitting still. We won’t even talk about how I feel when an old woman leaves me in the dust. Someday, though, I hope to be that old man that outdoes the young guy next to me. I won’t gloat in front of him, but I’ll grin as I walk away.