Dungeon – a dark, often underground chamber or cell used to confine prisoners.
In every home there is one room or place we don’t like. Sometimes it is an attic. Or maybe a vacant bedroom. But in my house it is the garage or as I refer to it…the dungeon.
As you know, I live in a little house. Attached to the little house is a one-car garage. My garage serves as a multi-purpose room. It is dark, small, and crowded. There is nothing I like about my garage.
The dungeon is dark even with two lights. It smells. It’s walls are covered with dark paneling or unfinished walls. The floor is dark and stained. The ceiling is covered with bare wood beams. Spider webs are everywhere. You get the picture, right?
One of the worst things about the dungeon is that I workout in it. I have all sorts of workout equipment. I started to collect equipment years ago, when I realized going to the gym was time-consuming and expensive. Each year I add a new piece of equipment. I have a pretty well stocked gym. The problem is, it is hard to find all the workout equipment with all the junk everywhere.
I usually wake early in the morning and head for the dungeon. Motivating myself to workout is bad enough, but knowing I must workout in a dark garage is brutal.
My husband recently mentioned his work was opening a new gym at work. Only five dollars a month. What a deal, right? When he mentioned he wanted to join I said yes. But really I was thinking, “NO WAY! Life is unfair. He gets to workout in a state of the art facility with showers, treadmills, and tons of light.”
He joined the wonderful work gym and is very happy.
“I am going to work out today at the gym. I can’t believe it is only five dollars. Isn’t that great? You should see the place. They even have yoga classes. You would love it.” – Husband
He is right. I would love it. But I do not belong to a gym. My gym is located a few steps from where I cook dinner. It is where we do school projects, fold laundry, and park bikes.
I know, I know…I should be grateful to have a garage and to have a place to work out. Really? Do you really think that after seeing my photos? Somehow I don’t believe you. Maybe I would though, if you would treat me to a new gym membership.