My dearly beloved gym, a family-owned place that stayed open all through COVID, defying governor’s orders and saving my sanity, is closing down. Nothing tragic, the owner simply decided to retire, take the money and go enjoy life. But I’m stuck looking for a new gym.
I was discussing the options with a very fit, very chic friend.
“Of course, there’s also gym such-and-such,” she says. “But I don’t recommend. It’s a very pretentious place for people who aren’t serious about working out and just go there to strut around with their designer water and meaningful T-shirts. Nobody even talks to each other because they are so full of themselves.”
“This!” I exclaim loudly. “This is the place for me!”
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