Today I visited an old friend. At first, I was really nervous. It's been a long time, and this particular friend can be daunting at times-cruel even if you happen to be a 43 year old woman with lots of imperfections and flubber. However, I held my breath, looked both ways, leaped off the sheer cliff; I went back to my old friend, the gym. I haven't been since my little world flipped upside down and inside out in late August. That's the longest break I've ever taken from working out, since I had knee surgery five or six years ago. I started a bit easy, not a whole lotta weight or reps, so I'll be able to stand erect and walk about tomorrow.
I'm back at the Knoxvegas gym where there is a plethora of fancy machines and a pool I adore. Loved swimming laps, but I'm not kidding when I say I'm sad about leaving my little town gym where most everyone greeted me warmly. Miss the theological exchanges with Josh and Randy, the jokes and tricks of Deeder and Will. I miss Regina's drive, Sissy's smile, chats about art with Erin, and Andy's big ol' heart. At this big town gym, I put on my headphones and ignore the testosterone flowing like chocolate rivers in Willy Wonka's factory. I didn't recognize a soul today except a staff member who had never spoken to me all those years ago anyway.
Just so you know, machines and pools don't hold a candle to friends.
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