I’ve never been much of a gym-goer, a statement for which my ass is living proof. But I’ve recently joined the YMCA and I have to admit it’s making me feel great. I’ve been doing Yoga and Pilates and they’re both awesome, the swimming pool is fantastic and there are plenty of classes to join. But that is not the best thing about it. The best thing about it is that most of the people who go there are, much like myself, people who have nothing to do all day. And we all know who those people are: the really old. And although I’ve had my fair share of having to look at swimsuits so old and thin they actually cover nothing – and looking at naked old people is not a hobby of mine – I’ve been feeling extremely fit, and that’s what gyms are all about in the first place. I’m always one of the best students in any given class (albeit one of the youngest), and I pride myself in the fact that I can do at least 5 laps in the pool while the people who were previously in the water are still on their way back to the locker rooms, struggling not to slip on the poolside while they cling to their walking frames – I am not kidding.
I know that I might be comparing myself to other people too much, which is probably not healthy, but although I normally have a 40-50 year-advantage going on for me in this case, I still feel awesome.
