I like to be in reasonable shape. It makes me feel good. (And, as I’ve recently found out, it also helps when climbing a mountain).
The problem is, what I don’t actually like are gyms. It took me the longest time to figure this out. I always thought perhaps it’s just a matter of finding the right
gym. Like one that is practically next to your house and enormous with all the machines and TVs you could ever wish for, including a health bar with the most delicious smoothies?
Nope, it turns out. Because I had exactly that where we lived before in Overland Park. A state of the art Lifetime Fitness colossus that was busier than an airport most mornings.
And therein lies one of the problems. I don’t like having to hunt for a parking space so I can work out. I also don’t like being cooped up inside. I ...