I started back in January.

Was I being silly? I was after all simply an old granny writer. Would I be able to keep it up? The investment of time and energy, both in short supply, held me back. Also, I was too inhibited to investigate the gym by myself. (She who hauls her camper all over backroads was inhibited to walk into a gym.)

But then my teenage granddaughter came to visit. She knows about such things.

“Sure, I’ll go with you, Nana.”

She walked through the gym and pointed ou...