Why does the gym have to open so early on Sundays?

April 28, 2008

We went to the gym again this weekend.  I think that makes twice that we’ve been in April, so for anyone out there who was looking for a role model or motivational buddy — I’m not it.

AerobicsBut I have to ask why the exercise classes are all in the morning.  On a weekend.  Honestly, wouldn’t turnout be better if you had it at, say, 4 PM on a Sunday?  It gives people a chance to snooze a little, laze about the house, and then maybe bolster up the courage to head to a gym where they can gather in a small darkened room and leap about swinging big weighted sticks at each other.

I am, not surprisingly, in great pain today, and I blame at least half of that on the fact that these classes are at a simply unholy hour on a weekend morning.  I blame the other half on the fact that they had one light on in the whole room during this particular class, so I was straining to see my hand in front of my face, let alone the ass of the person in front of me that I was trying to avoid parking my foot in during one of the particularly active leg exercises.

I have to believe that, in a few hundred years, achaeologists or anthorpologists or anybody who actually gives a rat’s ass about what we happened to do in our spare time in this day and age will look at this particular ritual in much the same way we currently regard the worship of cats.  Fascinating, but hard to fathom in one’s daily life.

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Gratitude – 02/26/2008

February 26, 2008

Tuesday evening, and it’s been a long but reasonably productive day.  That’s a good thing in and of itself.  Actually, I think I’ll make that item #1 on today’s gratitude list.

  1. I’m grateful that today was a pretty productive day.  It’s back to square one in the morning, but it’s always nice to end the day feeling like you managed to accomplish something.
  2. Tacos.  I realize that a lot of my gratitude postings center around the gastronomic arts, but I do find myself being very appreciative of food.  And no, I am not an enormous narwhal of a human, contrary to what I’m sure you’re imagining right now.
  3. Exercise.  Yes, today we returned to the gym for another round of voluntary torture, and we paid for this privilege.  And in spite of the fact that the only class available today was Body Combat, and in spite of the fact that males were far and away in the minority, and in spite of the fact that I’m nowhere near fit or coordinated enough to repeatedly drop-kick the air about me in time with Beyonce without accidentally slugging one of the unfortunate souls in my vicinity– in spite of that, I’m glad we went, as it was good to get some exercise and feel a little less fat and sluggish.