The coveted gym membership, the mark of every aspiring yuppie, eluded this totured soul for much too long when I decided, one year ago this week, to take the plunge.
(Originally this was me attempting to write something only remotely witty about joining the gym. I was in the process of ending one membership and beginning another but then, yoga winked at me and I was gone. Then summer came and volleyball came along and now I am two-timing with the best of them. I am still thinking about the ever-elusive gym membership. Sometimes at night I hear a whisper in my ear and I am tempted to call Bally's and sell them my soul. NOT YET. I am not ready yet. I will succomb soon, though. I feel it in my bones. My last membership was like a bad bad break-up, the kind one is tempted not to recover from, but my BP and body beg to be in shape and I have to listen...who am I to ignore my body, know what I'm saying?) Peace out.
