I am currently laid up with a knee injury due to a bicycle accident that was totally my fault. I am used to hitting the gym every day, so I’m going a little crazy. At least I have plenty of time to paint…
I must be getting old. By some people’s standards, at 50, I am already old. Little things that didn’t bother me ten years ago now get my blood boiling. My newest pet peeve is people who ‘camp out’ on the circuit machines at my gym. Today, it was a young lady who was more interested in her Facebook feed than her workout. She smiled and giggled as she scrolled through the news feed while I waited for my turn on the adductor machine. I tried the stare, the stink face, the loud sigh, and the attention-getting cough, but nothing could break her concentration once she was connected to her online friends. Yesterday’s camper was a woman who was staring into space for long—and I mean loooong– periods of time between sets. The men do it, too. There are several older men who sit on the machines and chat between sets. Get off!! Let someone else have a turn. At least let me ‘work in’ with you. And yes, I have asked permission to ‘work in’ several times, only to hear, “I’m almost done.” When I go to the gym, it’s to work out. I leave my phone in my locker. I’m not there to socialize, rest, scroll through Facebook, talk on the phone, or check my email. I’m there to work, and I’d like to do it as quickly and efficiently as possible. I’m getting older. My body needs a lot more work than it used to. Just let me finish my workout. Besides, there’s a big bag of organic popcorn waiting for me in the pantry. I need to get home!
“Tents are for Camping”–Ink Pen and Watercolor–From my sketchbook
This morning, I took a break from my usual routine in the gym and headed out on my bike. When I’m working out in the gym, I’m either plugged into my iPod, or the TV. Today, I was unplugged. It was energizing to breathe in the fresh air, my senses being bombarded by the intoxicating fragrance of gardenias, magnolias, and jasmine. I could hear the Scrub-Jays and Sparrows warming up for a day of glorious song. The cool morning breeze wicked sweat from my brow. My head was clear. I wasn’t trying to come up with new project ideas, solve current issues, or worry about potential future problems. I was free. I don’t think biking gives my body the same caliber workout that I can get in the gym, but today, it sure was good for my soul.
“Unplugged”–Graphite–A quick sketch on scrap paper