Posts Tagged ‘exercise’
Better late than never. A list of what made me happy this Monday:
– The rain has left San Francisco for the time being. It almost feels like a real spring, and the rainless state of things makes me so thrilled I could burst.
– I met someone with a dashing collection of cuff links, including knots. And now I want to buy a pair of orange knots for all the men I know. Seriously.
– It’s almost time for March Madness.
– I’m going to Vegas this weekend… and for the first time will step foot outside of the airport. With some of my favorite people in the entire world.
– My love for running seems to have repaired itself. For awhile, I was nervous that I hated it a bit. Turns out, I was just restless.
– Reading SF Eater. It makes me hungry, and I really do want to spend all my money on never cooking again.
I am still battling my natural cynical tendencies to find things I love, as I’m sure that identifying “wonderful” will make me happier. Things that made this Monday bright:
– The fact that I can check my horoscope for Tuesday after 9PM (Pacific) on Monday on the Wash Post. It makes me feel absurdly prescient.
– Finding out that Vegas (talk about a city of lights) is in my very near future AND that it will most definitely include some of my lifetime favorite friends from the East Coast. I have never been to Sin City, save the airport, which I hated. But I’m optimistic that I’ll love this trip as if something is largely lurid and gold, the probability that I will love it is around 99%.
– An attractive guy at the corner grocery: tall (rare in this city), dark-haired, athletic, and frustrated. Another plus at the same place: plaintain chips, on sale [and only the tiniest bit stale].
– I’m digging these guys’ shirts. Maybe because they have a size called “marge” (and “smedium”). Men that I know, beware, t-shirts are in your future.
I have this queer ability to draw the oddest people to me, witness inexplicable events, and make observations of a cynical but entertaining nature. By this I mean that I am fascinated by people and judge them harshly, but also happen to have ridiculous experiences (e.g. having a shuffling, cataract-ridden old man grab me on the streets of Paris, ask me to make a several hundred euro withdrawal for him – sharing his PIN and card as if he could smell the honesty on my skin). I also suffer from an amazingly short memory about events and people. This is my effort to try to chronicle the people I see that make me laugh, and make me love the world for all its idiosyncrasies. A sad lot of the hilarity brought into my life happens at the gym, as that’s one of my favorite spots and (I think) it’s where a lot of people are at their most raw, most unfiltered.
I think one of my favorite people these days is a short, ball-like woman who frequents my gym. I see her nearly every day. She is, almost without fail, decked out in a navy and white collared polyester shirt and a pair of faded long shorts. Dark socks and squeaky white sneakers complete her gym wear. I’ve never seen her sweat, but I’ve also never seen her do anything strenuous enough to merit it.
Frankly, many people wear odd things to the gym. Zip up bath robes, jeans with unitards, the list is endless. So it’s not her attire that really blows my mind, but her seemingly favorite exercise. There is a lower back machine seen here that I love, and she seems to adore. Most people, myself included, put on a substantial amount of weight and push back hard on the padded bar, then slowly return to the starting position; it’s a great way to strengthen one’s core muscles, by the way. She rarely uses much weight – maybe 10 or 20 pounds. She leans back against the pad, feet stuck out, and begins to make wild circles over her torso, hovering her hands just an inch or two from her belly. She closes her eyes tightly and seems to believe in some unknown magic, as if she may one day succeed in wishing away that round tummy. I almost wish I had her faith, you know?