My first day back at the gym was weird. I was scared that I had lost too much strength or endurance (I did- boo!), or that I wouldn’t remember how to work the machines (I did- yay!).
But the cool thing is that all of the familiar faces greeted me with enthusiasm, high fives and fist bumps.
I saw some of the same old same old, and I saw some major transformations. D and L are expecting triplet grandbabies in July and are apparently in serious training to tackle the adventure. (It shows, ya’ll!)
K is down at least 30 lbs and the muscles on her arms pop. I honestly didn’t recognize her at first. Her secret? She added running to her routine. Running. Dang! I hate running, but I’m convinced. I might have to give it a go.
The happy, goal-oriented people. The smell of sweat. The clinking of the metal. The hum of the cardio machines. The shouting of the aerobics instructor leading her class upstairs. Feels like home to me!
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