The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 168: The list narrowed considerably when he added a swimming pool to the mix.
The list narrowed considerably when he added a swimming pool to the mix. In fact there were only three possibilities. Most of the gyms were just that, swimming not actually considered part of the normal health experience.
‘Or maybe they don’t want to bother with the liabilities.’ James thought. He looked at the first of the memberships. It had a pool listed, but the pool hours were very much restricted. The second had broader hours for their pool area but he also noticed that there were early morning classes that took place in the swim zone. James was certain that there would more than likely be an area set aside for those swimming laps, but wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to share with water aerobics if it was avoidable. Feeling a bit like Goldilocks, James turned to the third gym hoping it would be just right.
It was, more club than gym. There were pictures of machinery and he suspected that it saw a lot of workouts. There were trainers who were available for consultation. The wording of the statement sounded almost like an order, as though he would be fined if he didn’t meet up with a personal trainer prior to starting a workout regimen.
‘Although you are welcome to bring your own,’ James saw as he scrolled through the page. On the off chance you deemed the official staff physical trainers as not good enough, you could register your own private one with the club so that he or she could work with you at your convenience.
Having no personal trainer, nor a desire to acquire one, James continued on. Beyond the machinery, there were tennis courts, basketball courts and even an attached gold course. While the health club had what they called a Health bar, featuring smoothies, and spa like foods for those watching their figure to nosh as they socialized, there was an end of golf course bar and grill as well. Their offerings, while still leaning towards the healthier side also included things like drinks and deserts.
‘For your good days and your bad days,’ James thought with a smile. The two restaurant/café areas were perched on opposite sides of the club complex like an angel and devil, each offering advice or temptation.
In addition there were two swimming pools on site. James dismissed thoughts of the club’s dual nature and looked at the pool house particulars. One of the pools was a mix of class and laps, the other was for serious swimmers and only allowed for laps.
James wasn’t certain he counted as a serious swimmer anymore, but he liked the idea of not startling a water aerobics class. Finally he made it to the bottom of the page. Nothing as crass as a membership price was listed. James clicked through all of the offered pages, and finally managed to find the details. It was printed in small print on the application page. Membership was not cheap.