After PF and before the pandemic that derailed world, I
joined a different gym the next town over. I was lured there by the Saturday
morning yoga classes, but some time into my 18-month prepaid membership, they
stopped offering yoga and my interest in the place dwindled. When the pandemic
hit, with still about six months on my membership, there was no communication
from the pace at all when it closed or when it reopened, so I was kind of mad
at them.
Now, I have the motivation of a wedding to attend in October
in a hot weather part of the country where the likelihood of me keeling over
from heatstroke in a long sleeve top that covers my carefully un-chiseled arms
and long pants or skirt that cover my unfit legs. Suddenly exercising, which I
used to enjoy once upon a time very long ago, seemed slightly appealing again.
That’s when I learned via social media posts that the nearby
gym is currently closed for renovations. There hasn’t been an expected
completion date noted. Ugh. Not that it really matters. It’s still another two
weeks before my physical therapy evaluation for the leg that hurts when I walk,
and who knows if I could even exercise at all. But dang, I bet the massage chair
and hydromassage table would feel good. Hmmm.... maybe I should replace the couch with one of those.
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