The March Hare

I joined a gym.

This is the last thing I ever thought I would do. I am just not a gym person. I don't like sweating, or weights, or Lycra. Nevertheless, I have joined a gym.

Today, I did an hour on the elliptical and half of my weight-training routine. I am supposed to go at least five times a week and do this. I am in a certain amount of pain. Yesterday, a lady weighed a measured me, which they will continue to do at six-week intervals, which makes me nervous. What if six weeks of sweating profusely while lifting weights and wearing Lycra produces no results? What then, gym people? How much can a person 'step it up' and not have a heart attack?

I'm going to write a story about a man whose wife starts going to the gym. When she becomes stronger than he is, he's so intimidated that he can hardly stand to be around her, for fear that she might beat him up if he does something she doesn't approve of.