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Jimmy and Johnny

Sun, 26 Aug 2012, 03:40 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

I was sitting there on the gym floor. Cooling down. Thoughts inward. Zoning out before going to work.

“Good morning, Mr. David!” 

I looked up, and there was Jimmy smiling down at me. He had just stepped off the Bosu balance trainer and was handing the barbells to Johnny.

“Your turn!” he said to me, pointing to the blue half-ball that Johnny was climbing onto.

A week before, they got me up on one, and it felt as if my ankles were going to roll out of my shoes and I was going to plant my face on the floor.

“No thanks,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done for the day.”

He smiled and pointed to the blue dome.

“Come on.”

I was silent for a moment.

“I tell you what,” I said. “I’ll start doing it with you on Friday mornings.”

“You’ll be here Friday?” he asked, well aware that I wasn’t at the gym on Fridays.

“I’ll be here on Friday.”

And so now on Fridays I do the Bosu balance trainer with Jimmy and Johnny, my seventy-something training buddies.

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