Iron Jungle

Going to the gym is a great alternative to walking the park trail. At this time of year the park behind my house is swaths of green cut through with a narrow graveled path, skittering balls of fur or feather, jewel colored blossoms trailing on tendrils or creating clouds of color, is annoying. Before I'm five minutes away from the noise of the street, my brain is filled with reasons why I hate being outside.
But the gym, oh yes, The always perfect climate, the orderly expanse of metal apparatus, the bell-like clank of weights in the background providing counterpoint to whatever melody is playing on the sound system, the hum of the treadmill as my feet clip along, that's the way to cleanse the mind while maintaining the muscles.
I don't know who invented indoor exercise, but they deserve a Humanitarian Award.
Nancy Sherer