I rue the day I dreamed this up. What stupidity took me that day? Oh tell me please so I may stave off its next visit…
Well, I’m still just 12 pounds thinner, but that’s a good starting chunk. I won’t bore you with the details of why, you’ve heard them all before–you know, the ones about M&M’s that leap from bowls and run down people’s throats without them even knowing it happened? Yes, those stories.
Anyway, I finally went to the Chisler this week…
Big, smelly prison gym-like place, ropes for climbing, rings for dipping, bars for chin-upping and a chart of workouts named after either women or fallen soldiers.
So, the group of regulars and the Chisler are sizing me up, commiserating about what they should do with me.
Woman A– "Just take her through the warm-up since it’s her first time."
Chisler– cocks head looking at me.
Man A–Yeah, the warm-up’s a workout in itself.
Chisler–"You’re right, come on Kathie, the warm-up it is."
And so, for forty-five minutes she warmed me up and the little heater did, indeed, feel like an entire workout. I did pretty well with it, but she totally took it easy on me. And, at the end of my warmup it dawned on me that she might then put me through the workout portion of the workout.
Thank God, she didn’t. I guess she has to walk a fine line between kicking ass and drawing new members in. Lucky for me, that’s the case.