It’s another hilarious post from Kathy Cunsolo!
I JOINED A GYM!!!! I and my husband have never been to a gym in our lives. Well, we have been in the church gym a lot, but that visit usually involves food (wedding receptions, after the funeral food, etc). We both hurried out to the nearest Wal-market and bought the proper attire. Unfortunately, Dave accidentally bought “break-away” pants. We had no idea there was such a thing. PANTS SHOULD NEVER “BREAK AWAY.”
Well, we just won’t talk anymore about the pants thing. Besides, my outfit is cute: pink and black. I thought of maybe just putting it on and walking around my neighborhood to get used to it, but I didn’t want to fall into the pride pit. So I decided to wait until we actually got to the gym. However, I did find out later that “real” gym clothes are just old tee-shirts and ratty used-up shorts.
I must confess, I like being a gymnast. The machines are fascinating – buttons everywhere!! I thought the sweet little gym employee was so attentive. Every time I started pushing buttons or using a new machine she was there by my side helping me. I noticed I was her “new favorite.”
I’m thinking of letting my hair grow. Most of the gym girls have ponytails (some guys too). Their hair flips back and forth every time they take a step. I might even get one of those cute giant bows to wear, too. I noticed all the cheer-leader/athletic type girls wear them.
DAY TWO: Ouch! Something hurts!
My daughter, Angela, asked me if I had stretched before I tried out the machines. No, I figured that’s what the machines were for.
Moral of the story: Do all things in moderation. Too much of a good thing can lead to pain. The good Lord wants me to think before I act. *sigh*