Since we took an unintentional exercise hiatus over the past few months, I forgot how much I like the older man who works the front desk in the mornings at our gym. (They take your card and give you a locker key and a towel, so these people are the first ones you see when you come in and the last ones you see when you leave.) He's a soft-spoken, energetic, likable guy who calls Chad "young man" every time he talks with him. Kind of the African-American version of my Grandpa Howard.
And when you call, which I have had to do on occasion, he always answers the phone, "Thank you for calling the YMCA. How can I make you smile today?" It's very sincere; he doesn't say it in one of those this-is-how-the-corporate-office-is-telling-me-I-need-to-answer-the-phone sort of ways. He does make me smile.
And that makes getting up at 5:15 in the morning a whole lot easier.
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