Ten days ago, give or take, I wrote about our going to the South Shore Club each morning to shower while our own showers are inoperable. In so many words, I said that the SSC would never really compete with a health club Earl and I belonged to during our Chicago days.
That’s still true. At the same time, I’m learning the benefits of SSC and beginning to feel at home there. I am even considering keeping my membership after my bathrooms at home are functional again.
People at the SSC seem friendlier and less concerned about their image than they did at Chicago’s East Bank Club. In turn, I feel more welcomed, since I have never been particularly athletic. And I hardly have a workout wardrobe that screams “Look at me.” In fact, people at SSC don’t “dress” in full regalia and make-up to work out either. Instead, they look sleepy, maybe even a little resistant to morning.
So I’m adjusting to easing out of a warm bed, putting on my clothes, and driving five miles down the road to shower. At the same time, I’ve moved my daily walking routine from the road in front of our house to a treadmill. There are no cars to careen by me, no pebbles to jump into my shoe, no winds to contend with.
Which means I’m actually exercising harder and longer before I hit the shower.
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