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October 07, 2005
grantastic
One of the many benefits of working from home is being able to go to the gym on your lunch hour. Where I live, when I say "gym" I mean the Y and when I say "being able" I mean that if you are at the Y in the middle of the day, you are at least 150 years old.
Today was my first experiment with cramming a little lunchtime fitness into my busy day. The last few times I've gone has been in the evening, when the place is full of gangly teenaged boys checking themselves out in the mirror, thickening middle-aged men checking out The Ladies, and snack-lovin' moms like me checking out Entertainment Tonight on the tee-vee. Mid-day is a whole 'nother story, my friends. Mid-day the oldies are there and they are sweating.
Next to me was a woman, at least eighty years old, going to town on the ROWING machine. Row row row, did she, looking a bit frail but otherwise fabulous, even giving me a wide, pearly lipstick grin as I hopped up onto the elliptical machine. I tried to chat her up in the locker room later, but I think she was hard of hearing so she just sort of smiled and backed away as I went on about my glasses steaming up and needing to get contacts. You know what? She didn't even have glasses! A POX ON YOU, MINE EYES.
Is it inspirational to totally go a billion times faster on the elliptical than the seventy-five year old guy next to you? Not really. In fact, I found myself getting inappropriately nervous, this time about being young-ish compared to this gentlemen, wondering if he was lamenting the decline of his abilties etc. etc. Seriously sir, if I am in 1/10th of the shape you are even next year, I will consider it an accomplishment.
This one is going out to exercising seniors. I pour a little prune juice on my stick-filled yard* for you.
* Sticks are everywhere on the East coast. A whole seaboard of blown and broken nature litter. The Bean and I have a new hobby and that is picking them up, putting them in bags, and sometimes pretending they are fishing poles, if they are long.
Posted by Max at October 7, 2005 02:06 AM
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I love reading these -- they make me smile. Please keep writing!
Posted by: Emily Rogers at October 7, 2005 05:07 PM