Ahhh! Peace Again!!!

Now don’t get me wrong. I like people. I’ve met some really delightful ones while we exercise together at my gym. But you can have too much of a good thing. Such was the case, I found, in January at the gym. The place was swarming with resolutionists. It was hard to find a parking place (we all want the closest ones so we don’t have to walk too far to go into exercise!), hard to get a swimming lane, hard to get my favorite shower- I had to wait in line one day, and just plain crowded. I went one evening and found the place swarming with buff boys and muscle-bound men. I cycled next to a young man who put a whole new spin on spinning. I’m sure he was impressed with my grueling five minute workout that burned a depressing 5.6 calories (5.6 calories! That’s a flippin carrot stick!) Don’t you hate digital readouts that give that kind of info? I prefer the completely non-digital pool where no one, including me, cares how many calories I’ve burned, and I have to squint to even read the traditional round clock.) After being “cannon-balled” for the fourth time (Resolutionists think it’s funny to leave their kids to “swim” while they work out) and sitting in the hot tub with a family with three little kids who- I swear I’m not making this up- “picnicked” in the hot tub: boiled eggs, crackers, string cheese, grapes (rate that picnic, Joan!) , I’m glad February has arrived. I’m glad that those resolutionists have crawled back into their man caves where they’ve resumed consuming huge quantites of chips and m and m’s. I’m glad they’ve left the facilities to the “regulars” like me who just want a little peace and space. I hope it lasts . . . at least until next January.