High. Way. Robbery.

I remember when people used to have the decency to put on a ski mask before they hit you up for a big wad of cash. Ah, the good old days. As you may have read a while ago, I’ve been looking for a health club to join. I found two really great clubs. One even had a rock climbing wall, which I really dug. Unfortuntately, both of these clubs were on the other side of town, and since I’d already have to get up near the crack of dawn to get my workout in before my family gets their day started, but to make these drives, oh man, I’m just not that dedicated yet.

So, I finally get around to checking out the local health clubs in my area. See, my husband has a discount through his employer for one of the chain clubs I had tried earlier. However, there are none, none and none of these clubs near us. I take a chance and check out the club that’s actually in my neighborhood, and man!!! They are PROUD of that club. Really proud. Pay a big chunk now or pay an even bigger, almost impossible to swallow chunk after monthly fees and setup fees. Come on, you’re telling me that it REALLY takes that much money to well, take money from a person on a monthly basis. Hey, I’m going to take your cash. You have to pay me first, to uh, take your cash? I need to get into that business.

To top that off, shoot, its way too cold and dark to even consider walking for exercise in the morning. When I say it’s dark, I mean it’s street light, and then a patch of darkness about a quarter of a mile long. No streetlight. Just woods. And I’m just not trying to have someone jump a curb and play baseball with their car as the bat and my behind being the ball. As for cold, I don’t recall being happy to see the temps in the 30s, but it’s that cold out here. I’m not going to lie. A corset looks really good right now, at least until it gets warm.