I'm getting old, and horribly out of shape. Now that I'm a writer and a stay at home Dad (not exactly by choice, but two years of sending resumes out and not a single phone call?), it's even more important.

Since I write about bad asses in my fiction, I figured it was time to start looking like one. I've tried working out at home, but it just didn't happen. Too many distractions. When my wife's work gave everyone a gym members (a great idea, if you ask me), I got a little jealous. I was the one who loved the gym, after all. Well, I sold enough of my first (short) book to pay for a membership for myself, and my now 13 year old son is using some of his allowance to pay for his own membership. The only person who won't be working out is my 2 year old daughter, and her hands are full just looking adorable. :)

I love it because it's the one time of my day that I can trust. The iron doesn't let you down or lie to you. It just is.