This is a story from my gym going days. I was 18 (maybe 19) at the time and I tell the story as it happened. In it, I get some exposure I am not expecting.
I had a long day at work, which was really a normal day because all of my workdays on the construction site are long. Construction work, especially the kind of construction I do, is one of those professions were you need to take a shower before you go to the gym. So after 10 hours of pushing dirt around with the old John Deere 550 bulldozer; after 10 hours ingesting diesel fumes; after 10 hours of taking a dust bath courtesy of the Santa Clarita, California winds it was time to head home for my pre-workout procedures.
Journey to the Gym – Detour #1: The Apartment.
I head for home, red light, after green light, after yellow light, after freeway overpass, after yellow light, after red light, after freeway underpass, after red light, after (another stinkin’) red light. After the daily 12-round fight with California Traffic (which I enter as the 40:1 underdog regularly) is finally over, I am home, sort of. I look for a parking space on the street of the apartment complex because apparently whoever designed this place figured only every third resident would own a vehicle. One bonus of being a heavy equipment operator is that after driving big machinery all day parking a little Ford Ranger is like parking a bicycle. I parallel park the truck into a Geo Metro-sized spot (yeah, Geo Metro – it’s 1998).
A truck door slam, a quick hike through the apartment complex, and home I am at 6:00. Barely time for chitchat with the roommates, and then it’s time for my first shower of the day: The 3-minute Dust Removal Rinse. This is just a quick Read more…