A few years ago, Becky and I had enough disposable income to pay for a monthly gym membership and for the first time in my life, I was one of those cool, not-so-exclusive members to a local workout Mecca.
I had convinced my wife this was a necessary expense as the summer days here in Texas were getting rough and running for hours outside, even at 6am when it should have been moderately cool, was getting to be pretty ridiculous.
Of course, what was really going on in my head was a running scene of me entering the gym looking normal and walking out with Schwarzenegger’s body (think more Predator and less Expendables). It was a chance for me to work hard and see what this body could do. Turns out the short answer to this story is not much.
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