And the bad news is…
I learned today (through the grapevine, and certainly not officially) that my gym is being sold. Which means, I am also told, that I must now find another place to hang my hat and call home. Shit**** and ****shit. I don’t like it. Not one little bit. I’m invested in my gym. I’m comfortable there. I look around, and I see familiar faces. I know where the weights are kept, and I know the protocol. I know who I can talk to (for advice and encouragement) and who to avoid (Spastic Man don’t want nobody talking to him!). I know how long to let the water in the shower run before it reaches the proper temperature. It’s all those little details that make a place feel "right" to you. Either the place has the ambience you like or it doesn’t. There’s no third option. I searched for a while to find this place. I liked it the minute I walked through the door, and I like it even better after having been a member for a while now. And now, it’s going all away. I’m going to have to start over from scratch, and that makes me uncomfortable in a twitchy, antsy kind of way that will stay with me for at least two months. Shit**** and ****shit. I don’t like this. NOT ONE LITTLE BIT!!!
