“The Center for the Physical Fitness”*

Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed this morning and go to the gym. I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror before leaving. Heck, I hadn’t turned on any lights before leaving. When I got there, I realized my hair was sticking straight up in the front. Straight up. I got a haircut last week, so my hair is pretty short, and because of the product I’d put in it yesterday, you can trust me on this one. Straight up.

But that’s one thing I like about the gym early in the morning: everyone’s got bed-head. (You see where this is going, don’t you? A community of bed-headers. Awesome.)

A few months ago I tried to commit to going to the gym on Mondays and Fridays, my days I work from home. It seemed like a good idea, getting up early on those days, getting myself going, being showered and dressed and on top of the things before the sun rises. Yes.

And I like going to the gym, seeing the people who go there at 6 am, wondering about them. There’s even one person who comments on this blog occasionally that I first encountered at the gym. It was many months before I even knew her name, but our paths crossed in the wee hours with crazy bed-head. The local college president and his wife head to the gym in the mornings, as do retired faculty, ROTC undergrads, and a handful of very dedicated college coeds reading magazines. It’s a pretty cool community, and I’ve been meaning to mention it in a blog post for some time.

Well, actually, then the semester began. I suddenly had last-minute lesson plans to prepare and papers to grade, not to mention my own homework to do. I was not a go-getter on my days I worked from home. Instead, I cherished every minute I could stay in bed.

And apparently I wasn’t the only one.

This morning, there were only two other people at the gym, a middle-aged couple I recognized from church who teach at the college. On side-by-side elliptical machines, she was reading a magazine of some sort and he was listening to his iPod. She kept interrupting him to comment on things she was reading or to ask about the iPod when he fiddled with it.

I do this all the time to J when we’re sitting in the same room, or sitting on airplanes, or in the car on long trips, and it drives him crazy. Not that he doesn’t want to talk to me, but he either wants to be talking OR doing something else, not trying to do something else while being interrupted by talking. We laugh about it, of course, and I try really hard not to do this, but most of the time I don’t realize it until it’s too late.

As I watched them interacting, I had a flash-forward to my own future. J listening to his history podcasts, me reading Real Simple.

At the gym with bed-head. Yes.

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* There is a character in the silly romantic comedy The Wedding Planner (for those of you who have seen it, it’s Massimo, the Italian guy who doesn’t speak the best English) who calls the gym “the Center for the Physical Fitness.” I’m sure this doesn’t seem funny to you, but because I can hear his voice in my head saying this, I am cracking up right now.

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4 comments on ““The Center for the Physical Fitness”*

  1. Stephen says:

    I laughed at the thought of us as older couples. Though I think you and J will be more entertaining than me and K. 🙂 Even funnier is the thought of our parents as great-grandparents.

  2. Elizabeth's Dad says:

    It will be my pleasure to be great-grandpa Sands…how old would I be? (rhetorical, please)

    I, too, don’t like to be interrupted especially when I am watching TV so Gail tries to wait for commercials (and is very good at it) but other things are open for interruptions….like work. Since we are on Skype and AIM for business stuff, not only Gail but others message me anytime I am in front of my computer and it RINGS! And I can’t just ignore it so I lose my train of thought (short train as it is) and have to start over. Yes, I could turn off the sound but then I wouldn’t know I have a message. Paradox – hate to be interrupted and hate to not know I have a message!

  3. Bonnie says:

    I’m so proud of you to get to the gym early! And I plan to keep going to the gym when I’m great-grandma too!

  4. elizabeth says:

    Great-grandparents? Let’s not get carried away folks. I’m still a chickadee!

    At least I can always count on my family to comment on my blog posts, no matter how random they (the blog posts, not the family) end up being.

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