By Wednesday, I was getting into a routine and I pushed myself to get to the next level. There were only a few people there and it was more of a relaxed atmosphere. So the second week I shifted to morning workouts. I went after work a few times the first week but it was way too busy and by the time I got home it was almost seven…the evening already half gone. So now in my early forties, I bought a year membership at a fitness club, knowing I was way too cheap not to use it if I paid for it.
I was an athlete in high school and college, but in my thirties work, family and neglect have added a few more pounds than I was proud to admit. I went through my mid-life crisis recently, but instead of buying a Porsche or a 800 inch flat screen TV or fucking my twenty-two year old secretary (although it was tempting) Instead I decided to get back in shape.