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“You shall exercise, and exercise you shall, because it hath been decreed from on high and fallen from the mind of God through the heavens to the lips of a woman in a white coat…”
I think that’s how she said it.
I’d love to buy a nice bike and become a cyclist like my husband. (Not a spandex fan, but definitely in awe of anyone who can push themselves to ride 100+ miles in a day.) I’d be much more likely to get past my fear of falling, my fear of dogs chasing me, and my fear of psychopaths knocking me off the road with their cars and dragging me to a nearby field if I could ride with someone else. But, if the hubs goes, then we have to carry the babies on our bikes. And then I’d have a new way to fear the kids dying. (This is quickly becoming another post for another day!) One time I rode 4 miles at the beach, and when I finished, my jello legs vibrated the words “That Was Amazing.” I heard it.
I’m curious. How much would you pay for a monthly gym membership? Let’s say it’s a good gym with up-to-date machines and free weights, childcare on site, certified trainers, a few classes, a well-maintained pool and sauna, a basketball court, and a walking track. What’s it worth to you?