My Dad and I have been coming to the Tennessee Fitness Spa for the past 5 years. We see a few Spa friends from previous years but mostly we meet new people and it's normally a very mixed crowd. By the third day of pain and suffering the camaraderie among the strangers is very high.
Warming up for the morning walk. No beer here.
No cell phone bars either. Where the healthy grub is served.
This year my Dad will be celebrating his 89th birthday while we're here. I've called ahead and made arrangements with the kitchen for something special for him. If he doesn't enjoy the naked fitness instructor jumping out of an unsweetened cake, you know I will.
The food is outrageous. The only meal that I'm not fond of is their spaghetti but that's because the Wife (Italian) has spoiled me with her gravy (sauce).
Two weeks of doing nothing but something good for me, me, me. I need it and it will be well worth the time and hurting muscles.
Right now, I have to go get a double of my special "desert". Two weeks of no Wife, I don't want to think about that right now.
Me and my Dad.