Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Hard and Soft (04/23/09)
TITLE: Living better
By dub W
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
The mania and push to do something about my rotundness was to attempt to find a health club, the avant-garde, term for a “gym,” was doctor ordered. Our village has quite a number of these organizations. Not the least of which is our local YMCA.
Dollar for dollar, the Y is a great buy, though more than I wanted to spend, considering it would also be a 16+-mile drive. The Y also had more programs and facilities than I would ever need. I put the Y on the maybe list.
The next biggest club was a good 30 minutes away from my home, and I couldn’t see myself fighting traffic more than a couple of times per week. Additionally, during my visit I noticed an abundance of small children running around. I love my grandkids, but I don’t even want them to see me suffering in the gym. I put the club second on my list.
A major chain health club was within driving distance, with good parking, and a great name. In fact, once a member there, I could use my membership anywhere in the world that the club existed – hundreds of locations. That might have been important, if I started traveling again. I made a visit and was greeted by a muscle bound “jock” who did a great job of selling the benefits of belonging to their organization, but a lousy job of showing me the facility. In fact, I could barely hear the man over the pounding rock music. I left, no I escaped with the man following me out the door waving a free pass.
Next, I looked into one of the two 24 hour clubs nearby. Okay, if a person is in a hurry to sweat, and then get into their car and drive home, I suppose the 24 hour club is okay. My visit felt like I was entering a hotel workout room.
Finally, someone suggested a new health club near my home. The owners belong to our church. I thought, why not, a visit couldn’t hurt. And that was the appointment I was late to. I sat in my car and contemplated the visit. I had determined that if the salesperson tried to push the club off on me I would make a break for it, so I parked my car with the nose headed out, I even considered leaving the engine running.
Finally, my soft pudgy body moved to the door. I expected when I entered to be met with a dozen hard bodied twenty something’s pumping small pickups and runway models dressed in the best of the fashion industry.
Instead, what I met was a professional and immaculately clean true health club, with men my age and women whose interest was more in saving their own lives, rather than impressing anyone with their gym wear. There were a few younger women, military wives, working off stress. Also, a couple of young women trying to recapture what ever it was they had before they said, “I do.” Generally, though, most of the members there the day of my first visit, were my age or older, all struggling to live a little better, by feeling better.
The man I met with was one of the owners. He wasn’t much concerned with my lateness, but very concerned with seeing me getting to feel better. He showed me around the facility, explained how physical fitness and nutrition plans for older adults worked. Even suggested a typical routine I could use. I was invited to look in and participate on the aerobics, yoga, and other classes; and finally, I was given a wide option of member levels. Though a couple of dollars more than some clubs, it fits me perfectly. And, the club is just 4 minutes from my home. Who knows, maybe someday this 62 year old soft body will be a “perfect 10” hard body.
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