(The view from my gym)
I'm not a jock...not even an exjock, but I do love to lift weights. I enjoy it while I'm doing it and I especially like the feeling afterwards...that residual mix of endorphins and the "pump" that makes you feel a little like Clark Kent's alter ego for a half hour or so.
Having said that, I've never had a gym membership...except for a short
stint at the YMCA when I was 19. I started for the usual reasons...girls, trying to look tough, and keeping up with my cousins and buddies who
were athletes. You could lump all of that under vanity I guess.
(Above: Fellow Pure Florida gym member, Lady, working on the barrel press machine)
Later, working in law enforcement, it just made good sense. Even now in the role of educator, it amazes me how teenage boys respect physical power (or the appearance of it). They are a primitive, more tribal lot, and any appropriate reason for their initial respect and rapport in the classroom is welcome. Once I hook 'em, I can teach 'em.
Now, at 48, lifting weights keeps my metabolism high, builds bone, and still feels great. (My wife said, "You left out vanity!)
She's so funny.
(Above: Flounder working out on the porchswingflex machine while Feather patiently waits her turn. There's usually no wait at the Pure Florida Gym) ....note: I powerwashed the porch after seeing this photo, the deck's better now.
So what do you do to stay fit?