If Heaven Has a Gym, I found it!

On Wednesday I joined an athletic club that cost the equivalent of a 2001 Honda Prelude each month in membership fees.  Why would I invest such a great amount of time and money into a gym that I’ll only visit twice a week? This is yet to be determined…

The “athletic club” that I joined is the size of Malaysia and has enough accoutrements to satisfy a king .  It has a water park, saunas, a cafe, millions of exercise equipment machines, a rock climbing wall, a salon, a few indoor basketball courts, a raquetball court, etc, etc, etc.   Basically, I didn’t sign up for a gym…I signed up for heaven.  
After going to the gym a few times to get back into shape, I’m wondering if the trillions of dollars that I’ll spend in membership fees are worth it.  What good is it to have the chseled body of a roman God when you have the bank account of a vagrant?