8 Weeks of Pain: I’m Back!

It’s been a month and for medically valid reasons (I have a signed doctor’s note) I haven’t been able to go to the Chris Frye Gymnasium and discothèque. There is, in fact, a disco ball hanging from the rafters, and Chris likes to rock some smooth Soul Train-esque tunes every once and again, but I digress. I haven’t worked out and I’ve eaten my ass off and drank too much over the holidays, and now I have to pay. Pay back my willfully wonton ways through much perspiration and a touch of agony. I’m a bit worried about just how much I’m going to have to pay back, so I have a couple butterflies flying around in my oversize stomach as I walk up the wooden stairs to Chris’ gym.
As I slide open the garage door, I’m warmly greeted by some guys practicing jujitsu, a few ladies getting ready to workout, and Chris – the only other larger bald white guy I know. A smile creeps across my face, I pass out some hand slaps and some hellos, go change in the way-too-nice changing room and get ready for my workout.
I can always tell how things are going to go by jumping rope to warm up. I need to find the right rope, and start slowly, feeling the rhythm. After a couple passes I feel it, I feel the right beat, my heart steps up its pace, my blood passes around its warmth to my arms and legs, and I think that things are going to be OK.
Matt shows up from a sales meeting; he gets ready and we work out. Chris noticeably takes it easy on us, and we do fine. The workout goes well. It’s a good first day, and I’m glad to be in Chris’ club, sweating, pushing the prowler and breaking out of the slovenly momentum that had set in through the holidays.
It’s good to be back.

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~ Todd Trimakas