I've been dwelling on the fact that every month I pay dues to my local gym, and in giving this some thought, I believe I've gotten more exercise outside of the gym as of late.
I just went on a college visit. Believe the brochures ladies and gentlemen when they say lush sprawling grounds! To get to the admissions office from my car was 3 miles! By the time I sat down I forgot why I was there. Where are those sensible shoes when needed? Excuse me, do you have a golf cart to show this mom around the school?
Next up, a few days ago, I had a doctors appointment and the office was short staffed that morning. The women at the front desk asked me if I would carry my file back with me. When I picked up the file, it literally weighed 10 lbs.! It occurred to me that all I needed to do was add a handle and I would have a hand weight! Not to mention, because it had my name on it, it would be personalized. I asked my doctor if I could copy my file....twice! One for each hand. Watch out Jillian, you now have real competiion!
Moving right along, this past weekend, my friend stopped by and asked me if I wanted to go out for awhile. Where I asked, to a shooting range he replied. A WHAT? Come on Beth, you'll have fun!
We arrive at the gun range, get a number, (All the while, I was wishing it was a number for the bakery!). Finally our number is called, and my friend puts glasses on, inserts ear plugs, puts up a target, oh did I mention they have about 50 to choose from? He loads his gun and begins shooting! He is good, really good! He turns around and motions for me to enter the battlezone! Gingerly, I open the door, wait for the person to stop shooting and begin to make my way. I realize that I am now doing my best imitation of Muhammed Ali's bob and weave, duck and cover, as bullet shells are flying all over the place! I also resorted to a favorite childhood game of hopscotch, trying not to play my other one, slip n slide! I get down to my friend, after what feels like 9 rounds with the heavy weight, and he loads up the gun for me. I'm holding it, he warns me it's loaded, and I ask him is this where I aim for a hole in one? Beth, this is serious, it's not golf! Ready, aim,fire! That's it for this lady, once was enough!
What's next, the batting cage? I'll settle for Putt Putt!
So I ask, who needs the gym when life is one round of excerise after the other!
Me, that's who!