So I joined a gym.

It’s a nice gym. Most gyms I’ve been to are at least somewhat dirty. They smell. They’re full of muscley preening look at me type people.

This one is different. It’s clean. It smells, well, rather neutral actually. But the towels they provide smell awesome. The showers are the two-stage kind they have in spas that have the little changing room in front of the shower stall, and the showers have shampoo and conditioner and shower gel. The locker room has hair dryers and lotion and Q-Tips and mouthwash. I go at 5 and it isn’t totally crowded. I’ve been twice this week and haven’t waited for cardio equipment either time. The crowd is a mix of all ages, and everyone is just doing their own thing.

But the best part? The sauna. I love a sauna. And this one works and everything. (the saunas at my last two gyms were hit and miss).

It’s gym nirvana.

And yet I sat in my car texting and tweeting in the parking garage for close to 45 minutes, avoiding going in.

Here we go again.