I’m crabby when I’m not active. I take fitness seriously. Not only as a way to feel and look better but as an escape. It’s hard to escape during the holidays, especially when you’re out of town with your wife’s family (no offense, guys!). When we made our holiday plans and I found out we’d be spending 8 days in Cincinnati, Ohio, I quickly turned to Google in hopes of a Y being nearby.
I was in luck. A YMCA was conveniently located less than 4 miles away from the in-laws’ house. I easily had an excuse to get out of the chaos in the house for an hour and an excuse to consume even more of my mother-in-law’s wonderful cooking than normal.
When I walked in the door it was weird. I had never been to this location before but it felt as though I did. Sure, every gym is the same: I got on the treadmill, I used the free weights and shot around on the basketball court (The Y hoops must be broken – the ball didn’t go in the hoop in Cincinnati, just like in Charlotte). But it wasn’t the equipment and layout that made me feel like I’d be there before.
I walked up the stairs to the front door and was greeted by a woman who was leaving from her workout.
“Good morning, have a great workout!” she said while passing by.