Da gym.

My golf-crazy co-workers insist that I would be better off golfing than going to the gym. Perhaps they’re right. I get winded carrying heavy things around and perhaps golf is more aerobic than the gym. I am, however, a creature of habit and, besides, I have a standing appointment with Dave the Trainer. I spent much of the time discussing food with a woman at the gym and now I’m craving barbecue. Not a bad way to spend the evening.