I am usually so focused in the gym, much to the exclusion of everything else. There is a funny story how that came to be, but I will reserve it for another time.
On this particular day, I happened to just walk in, as a tour for prospective new members were underway.
“I’m too old for this . . .!”
“Gail, keep your voice down.”
“Did you hear what he said? It will take two years to transform my body.”
“So, what of it?”
“I’m 43! Do you know how old I will be in two years?”
I shouldn’t have, but they were in front of the bench I needed.
“How old will you be,” I asked, “if you do absolutely nothing?”
She gasped, gave me a wry smile, and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group.
I was halfway through my workout, when her friend approached me.
“Thank You.”
“What for?” I asked, a bit perplexed.
“I’ve been trying to get my sister to join,” she said, “but each time I couldn’t overcome her excuses.”
“Why thank me?”
“After your comment, Gail finally realized, whether or not she did something, she would age just the same.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s at the counter signing up. So, I snuck away to thank you.”
B.M.Booth
Strength & Vigour 