experiencing new things
Today I signed up for a gym membership. The first time I’ve committed to working-out somewhere new in the last eight years. It’s nice but small with not much weight-lifting equipment. But this gym is close to home and I’ll have no excuses to not stop by for a 30 min workout occasionally. And on the plus side it was the first time in about 3 or 4 years that I’ve felt comfortable leaving my wallet and keys in my gym locker rather than carrying them around the gym in a fanny pack.
About 3 or 4 years ago, while I was working out at my other gym, a couple of guys went into the men’s locker room, cut the locks off of like 7 or 8 lockers and robbed everyone. Some faculty members lost laptop computers, some people lost wallets, me–they took my raggedy jeans, with my wallet in them. Even worse, my favorite belt went with my pants. Motherfuckers. There are few things as emasculating as getting your pants taken away. Anyway, ever since then, I’ve carried everything of worth in a fanny pack while I lift weights, which was annoying.
Today, I felt emancipated. I guess you can never be too sure but this seems like a nice place–and for what it costs, it better be nice.
So I propose a toast: here’s to experiencing new things. And not having my pants stolen.