It’s never too late to start, is what young and optimistic fools always tell me.
I am a grouch, a crotchety old man, and I guess I’ve acquired it, quite frankly.
I don’t want positivity and sunshine and rainbows, I’m too old for all of that, but give me my crossword puzzle, some coffee, and a honorablebit of silence and I am a cheerful man. So it causes me great consternation to admit that those fools were right, and it really isn’t too late to start, then any afternoon above ground is a great afternoon, that’s my motto. And my dentist says if I want several more days above ground I need to exercise, and I need to beginning immediately. I may be set in my ways and all, but a little exercise seems like a small price to pay for all the crosswords I have yet to complete. At first I started with a little walk every afternoon, until a single afternoon my walks took me to a little gym nearby. I had heard of the place before, that it was a gym catering mostly to retirees such as myself. They provided a lot of weird kinds of exercise programs there, from yoga and weights to something called an aquatic workout, whatever that is. I check the place out, and asked if I could just come there to work out without signing up for a personal trainer or paying a gym membership. They provided me a free month of gym membership, and were confident I want to keep paying for the gym after that. They were right.