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Lifetime Fitness

I've become a convert to the idea of being a fitness center member. I fought it for a long time because I took pride in running (ok, jogging really) outside, year-round, except in conditions of dangerously-poor footing, or strong in-your-face wind.

Something in me has changed so that now I don't mind the treadmill like I used to, I like the hubbub of the busy LifeTime Fitness center that I attend just 2 miles from home. I get a kick out of seeing all the pre-school kids that come in with their moms, and the little snippets of the kids' conversations that I catch as they walk through LifeTime holding their moms' hands.

I've increased the length of my not-quite daily runs there from 3mi to 5mi, occasionally dropping to 1-mile when I get a message from a body part that it's working on a problem, and "please hold, pain-free service should be restored shortly." I reply, "thank you," and gladly oblige.

For the past 21 years (years before then were non-fitness years) the body parts have given quite good service. I did have to get some warranty work done on the exhaust and suspension, but the rest is pretty much original equipment.

Of course now I'm having issues with the on-board computer, for which replacement parts are not yet available.

In the meantime, Dr Golden says, exercise is the single most important thing I can do for my health.

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Hilary said…
I'm glad you are enjoying Lifetime so much. We are seriously considering a family membership for the summer!
April 4, 2009 at 9:32 PM
Heather said…
It's great you have such a nice place so close to you...we sure live in a prehistoric type of town :(
April 4, 2009 at 11:34 PM
scott said…
Youth is not a time of life, but a state of mind. It is not a matter of healthy cheeks and supple knees; it is a temper of the will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of emotions. It is a temper of freshness of the DEEP SPRINGS OF LIFE. No one grows old by deserting ideals. Some are old at 30, and some young at 80. If we are living in the power of the resurrection life of Christ, we will never grow old.

After reading your post today....I happen ( just happen ?
I don't think so )..to come across this and thought of you at the gym.
April 5, 2009 at 11:28 AM
Vivi said…
You exercised regularly long before anyone else in our family did. Maybe we were all suffering from a bit of nescience (see your word of the day). You've logged a lot of miles - you're in a farily small group of 60-somethings who can say they do that still!
April 7, 2009 at 8:43 PM
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