My Appointment at 212
I booked my open gym appointment, but my attitude sucked that day. Were it not for a sense of honor to the workout regimen I adopted, or my fear of cheerful gibes if I did not show, I would have bagged it. I opened the door and felt the vibrations of music in my gut.
“… let’s get down, let’s get down …”
Alicia improvised with a kick step as she demonstrated a more basic exercise for her class. Colin impersonated a DI but could not stifle a grin when one of his summer program high school students saluted.
“… let’s get down, let’s get down … “
As they coached their clients, Sean cracked a joke and sent Kim to the floor in laughter. Kerry did a train-the-trainer routine with another coach. Their choices of kettle bells were modest. They probably used one hundred times-heavier weights when members were not around.
"… let’s get down, let’s get down …”
The 212 members worked it, together with their coaches. They worked hard, They sweated much. They breathed hard. They all laughed and smiled.
I opened my eyes. The gym was empty. Heather sat at her desk behind her computer and smiled at me, too. I imagined her saying, “You working out or what?”
“… let’s get down, let’s get down to business … “
I said, at least to myself, “Oh, yeah. I’m all in.”
