Given an automatic charge to my credit card every month and a myriad of fitness options to choose from, I still found myself at the gym two days in a week at most. After seeing this month's credit card bill and doing as much math as my lawyer brain could take, I realized that I was paying the equivalent of a pair of shoes every time I went to the gym. I knew I needed to take action, go the gym more frequently, and spread the cost to bring it down to the equivalent of something that wouldn't feel as painful, like a t-shirt. A really plain t-shirt.
Day 1 of my renewed enthusiasm for the gym was today. I shut down my work computer at exactly 7:20 p.m. and made it to the 7:35 p.m. "Power Hour" spinning class. The class was being taught by an investment banker who apparently also had time to teach a spinning class. I pumped, I wheezed, I gasped, and I almost fainted.
I think I can forego buying a few more shoes.