
"There's something wrong with this picture."
Well that was me yesterday. Events transpired against me. I had scheduled 9:00 am to 11:00 to be at the gym. It was the old "good intentions and $1.40 will get you a coffee at Timmy's." However I got some nagging errands done and unexpectedly got to spend time with people important to me. It doesn't get any better than a gelato with grandkids. And there were four of them. That was good!
You may recall reading elsewhere that this whole exercising, eating right, etc. thing was forced upon me by Dr. Berti and her suggestion that I read Younger Next Year and take it to heart.
Finally at mid evening I left for White Oaks. Upon opening my sports bag I discovered that my shoes were still at home. I dutifully drove back, picked up my shoes and went back. There, I admitted it. That in itself should make me feel better. This stuff happens when you're 67.
Encouraging me to get there was my inevitable reward, 15 minutes in the Steam Room at the end of those hurting circuits laid out for me by my personal tormentor/trainer. And, it turns out, the Steam Room was in fact worth it all! I sometimes think that the reason I put myself through the hurt of the circuits is to experience the reward of the Steam Room. The price I paid was missing Jon Stewart. Oh well, I guess I'll never know what little gems I missed. No I won't go to his web site to belatedly watch it.