The Last Elliptical

For the longest time, our gym was less-traveled.  Trainers strained to look both occupied and available at the same time.  My husband had his choice of the best lockers and had lots of machines at his command.  The ellipticals upstairs looked like theater seats long before the show began.  And as I’ve re-discovered, when you don’t have to wait,  you forget how to wait.  Not a good thing when a local chain of gyms  goes under and suddenly your old gym becomes well-traveled.   And the tranquil stretching oasis gives way to limbs that land far too close, and the treadmill just below Rachel Maddow’s captions is occupied by someone who doesn’t even care!  Now,  just as we’re getting used to sharing our gym with new neighbors,  the January Resolution-Keepers have dropped by for their seasonal spell!  Just one last elliptical… please!