Can one get too old for the gym? The other day, while teaching class at a gym in Chelsea, I all of a sudden felt old. Not old and decrepit. I still think that I am in better shape than a large amount of the gymrats. I just felt that I was no longer one of the younger ones at the gym. Some of the "new faces" look like they belong in middle school.

Maybe it's the fact that their skin looks so vibrant and supple. Mine looks "lived in". I don't think that is bad. I like the fact that I am beginning to look mature; I spent most of my life being labeled as a "young one". Finally, I feel like I am being taken seriously.

Maybe, it's the fact that I don't dress like them. I just find it unnecessary to wear a knit winter cap while working out. I don't have the latest "in" gym wear. I just can't see paying a lot of money for the latest Nike Dry-fit stuff. I kinda like my spandex gym shorts and tight sleeveless tee.

Maybe, I am just older. I just turned 34 and I think that becoming more than one-third of a century old qualifies me as "not a young one". Maybe. Later.  ¶ 1:34 PM