The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 178

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 178: He was instantly aware of the extra weight he was carrying around his middle.

He was instantly aware of the extra weight he was carrying around his middle. Samantha ignored it and held out her hand welcomingly.

“You must be James,” She said. “I’m Samantha, ready for your tour?”

“I suppose so,” James replied.

She let go of his hand and tilted her head to indicate the corridor she came from.  “Let’s start with the gym and work our way through.”

James nodded and followed her into the depths of the building.  It was very much what he saw on line.  There was a gym filled with modern equipment.  There were people using it.  While there were a few old timers, many of the people using the machines were younger.  There were classrooms where the scheduled classes were taking place.  Some were currently empty others had people in them. 

Samantha walked him past one Yoga class and one dance type class.  She pointed out the class schedules for each room and reminded him that sign up was at the front desk or on line and that the entire class schedule was on the members section of the website.  They moved through the space to the racket ball courts and then to the locker rooms.  Beyond the locker rooms were the steam rooms.

As they walked, James thought that it was like going back in time through the gym’s life cycle.  It seemed that as each new phase of fitness was accepted, the club expanded, adding the new to its offerings.  As they entered the older sections of the building, the clientele aged and thinned.  While the gym equipment had a multitude of people and the currently active classes were filled, there were only a few people in the steam room, most of them his age or older.  They moved into the first pool area and he saw a water aerobics class in motion. 

James found himself smiling at the bathing caps.  They came in a multitude of colors and patterns and they bounced up and down in the water as their wearers splashed about.  There were a few others swimming about around the class, but it was a general sort of swimming, many people gathering in small groups.

“We also teach children and other beginner’s swim classes here,” Samantha told him. Again James nodded as he continued to take in the stream of information she offered with her tour.

They continued past the pool area and into a second pool area.  This one was quieter.  There were a few people here using it, but it was a much quieter affair.  This pool was clearly divided into lanes and those swimming each chose a lane and were swimming laps back and forth.  There was no chatter with small groups, just people swimming their laps.

“And is this pool open in the mornings?” James asked.

“It is,” Samantha assured him.  She walked him through the hours and the rules, James again nodding.  He was somewhat disappointed when she led him away, but followed along as the tour continued. Samantha led him towards the snack bar and café areas, the food and beverage sections leading them out to the areas dedicated to golf. Despite telling her he was most interested in the pool, Samantha seemed to think the golf would be his main interest.  And if he was honest, most of those they passed in the golf zone looked a lot like him. To James, golf was always a work based necessity, not something he enjoyed.

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