A much appreciated break from the humid weather today. Still warm, close to the low 80s I think, but much more comfortable. Mid-afternoon, after my school appointments, I changed my clothes and headed out to my car, where I happened to run into the downstairs neighbor stepping out of hers. Looking tired. She asked where I was heading and I told her I was heading to the gym–kind of expecting a certain kind of response. Not adulation or anything extreme like that, but more in the variety of generic, supportive comments. You know. The conversation-making comments that simply move everything along. Even keel stuff. The ‘nice!’ or the ‘good to keep healthy and in shape’ type of comment. Instead? A look of shaded puzzlement and playful scorn.
“Jesus, why don’t you just walk outside?”
True, true. Still, S. and I are working towards some larger health and in-shapedness goals. The Andes call this summer, afterall. And if we keep it up? Hey now, watch out. I may have to find some faking-it adulation and encouragement elsewhere. (Okay, in the spirit of reasonable disclosure, it was only our second visit to the Beacon Hill Athletic Club, but we got a good cardio workout in and started molding ourselves into those strange machines weight machines. Not so bad, right?)
Hah. Nothing better than a straight-talking downstairs neighbor to keep you honest.
Starting up A Gym Routine
A much appreciated break from the humid weather today. Still warm, close to the low 80s I think, but much more comfortable. Mid-afternoon, after my school appointments, I changed my clothes and headed out to my car, where I happened to run into the downstairs neighbor stepping out of hers. Looking tired. She asked where I was heading and I told her I was heading to the gym–kind of expecting a certain kind of response. Not adulation or anything extreme like that, but more in the variety of generic, supportive comments. You know. The conversation-making comments that simply move everything along. Even keel stuff. The ‘nice!’ or the ‘good to keep healthy and in shape’ type of comment. Instead? A look of shaded puzzlement and playful scorn.
“Jesus, why don’t you just walk outside?”
True, true. Still, S. and I are working towards some larger health and in-shapedness goals. The Andes call this summer, afterall. And if we keep it up? Hey now, watch out. I may have to find some faking-it adulation and encouragement elsewhere. (Okay, in the spirit of reasonable disclosure, it was only our second visit to the Beacon Hill Athletic Club, but we got a good cardio workout in and started molding ourselves into those strange machines weight machines. Not so bad, right?)
Hah. Nothing better than a straight-talking downstairs neighbor to keep you honest.