A little gym in old Roseville, CA
Been out of town for little over a week and only had a couple of chances to look at e-mail and the internet while I was away. Mt father in law passed away week before last and there were some family matters to attend to up in Roseville.
It is an interesting old town … lots of railroad tracks. It was one of those places where where you sit on the front porch and hear discordant horns churn out melancholy whines that echo across the landscape for miles.
I scouted around during a previous visit for a gym and found a club to workout if I was ever there long enough to need a place … "Fitness 180". Got a week long pass. An employee said they only have about 300 members. I wondered how they were keeping the place a float. It was adequate. It had a bit of musky smell to it and an "old school" feel: stained carpet, magazine posters of the Arnie and Culter on the wall, but I didn’t really see anyone among the members that could appreciate what "old school" meant really. I could tell they didn’t see too many folks there that would categorize themselves as "bodybuilders" just by some of wide-eyed looks I got. The equipment was decades old.
When I got back into my own gym Thursday I was surprised to hear a previous workout partner, Dave, wanted to pick things back up after a hiatus attempting to help his brother get into shape. That was cool. We’ll see how things go over the coming weeks plugging him back in.
That is all that’s news at this point … got a new device for roasting flesh [aka: Blue Ember BBQ] to assemble this weekend. I see more steak in my future. NICE!
Continue to be relentless … Brian
