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 feel I’ve earned it, quite frankly.
I don’t want positivity and sunshine and rainbows, I’m too old for all of that. Give me my crossword puzzle, some coffee, and a fair bit of silence and I am a happy man. So it causes me great consternation to admit that those fools were right, and it really isn’t too late to start. Any day above ground is a good day, that’s my motto. And my doctor says if I want many more days above ground I need to exercise, and I need to start right away. 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 day, until one day 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 offered a lot of different 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 gave me a free month of gym membership, and were confident I want to keep paying for the gym after that. They were right.