The End MUST Be Near!

The End of The World MUST be coming. That's the only thing that can explain why, after picking my husband up from work today, we journeyed on over to a local gym... and JOINED!

Our home gym sits folded in the coat closet. Our treadmill stands folded in the living area, now the choice of perches for our cat. Hand weights and yoga mats collect dust. Workout dvds idle on our shelves. Our rears sit glued to the couch rather than propelling us around the neighborhood for an evening walk. Now that we have joined a gym, you folks had best start collecting your canned goods and digging your fallout shelters because the end is imminent!

Gyms intimidate the heck out of me. All those machines I don't know how to use. The place full of already fit women and men. The intensity of people who know what they are there for and take it so, so seriously. My eyes glaze over, my brain loses about 50 IQ points as I try to determine what each piece of equipment does and my out of shape self suddenly looks even dumpier and frumpier and out of shape to my eyes.

But seriously.... If I'm paying a fee every month for 12 months under contract, this cheap person will darn well get every bit of use out of it she can. It's too easy to look at the exercise equipment at home and say "I'll get to it later"  but when I need to schedule the gym around a very crazy life, I'll start thinking of that as my get away time. A few nights a week we'll leave the kids to fend for themselves for an hour or two after dinner and make good our escape. We'll enjoy a little couple time on the treadmills. Maybe I'll tackle a virtual spinning class. I'll work through my aches and pains with some virtual yoga. Vin and I will be working to improve our health together, to look better together and to share some alone time together.

Not such a bad idea after all. But just in case, stock up on bottled water.