I Started Going To The Gym . . . Again
I start going to the gym again once every four years or so. Which is dumb because starting is always the hardest part. First, you have to muster the courage to walk through the steamy doors into a world where you clearly do not belong. In between sets of bench pressing a million pounds, the regulars look at you with accusing eyes, then turn their sculpted backs and whisper to each other. I bet they say things like, “See that guy? Looks like he hasn’t seen the inside of a gym in four years or so.” Second, it hurts. I mean physically. After … Read more…