I love to work out. I really, really do. Maybe too much. But there is no such thing. Right? I I also love not talking to anyone while working pout. Or rather, I really dislike talking to people while working out. That is why I don’t do group exercise routines. I don’t zumba. I don’t spin. I don’t do aerobics. Does anyone anymore? Oh, I also don’t do yoga whether it is solo or in groups. I like fast-paced solo work-out routines. Someone can day after day do the treadmill right next to me and I won’t talk to them. I’ll smile and go about my business.
I am an exercise loner. I feel like I just coined a new term. Now if I were in academia I can then go about administering a survey or two and doing some observational studies. After which I would publish the results and three people would read them. Then 50 years from now, it would be part of a new Tipping Point. Ok. I have totally digressed and gone far, far off where I meant to go. Every once in a while, I like to poke fun at my original field from many years ago. If you can’t make fun of yourself, who can you make fun of. Well, probably not anyone.
But back to exercising.
Just this morning, I was on the elliptical and a woman who hardly ever is at the gym came in and got on the machine next to mine. As I was staring straight ahead, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that she was flapping her arms in a very odd manner. I tried to ignore her. I wanted to stay focus and see if I could beat my numbers from yesterday. I am very competitive with myself. But her arm flapping became even wilder. I turned my head ever so slightly so that I could see her but not enough so that I would have to outright ask her what she was doing.
Then I noticed she was doing a chicken dance of sorts. I exhaled and kept pushing harder. But so did she in terms of her arm flapping. It was most bizarre and was throwing me off. I can only assume that she was trying to burn off extra calories. But this was way too odd. I then broke my own rule and turned to her and said “interesting workout.” She looked and me and grunted and kept working out. I guess, she too, is an exercise loner. C’est la vie.
Yesterday i gave away a 600 Dollar Bike Without
Regret.. True Rats Worked
Their Way in the Tool Shed Shredded the Seat
And Tires but i gave
It away because
i did not wanna
Become a one
Way Machine nope
Even A Chicken Dance
On an Elliptical
This Way Straight
As AeroSmith Sings
Before i Left Working
For the Government
As Athletic Director for
A Military Installation
i Helped purchase close
To a Million Dollars
Of Gym Stuff
One way Running
Machines so Far
Of Nature Change
Go figure Outcast
Last Kid picked
Now that’s funny 🙂 My wife is a personal trainer and brings home a lot of work out stories. I don’t recall any about chicken dances but I’m going to ask her.
haha. Please do let me know if she can shed light on what I witnessed. 🙂
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Part of being a loner is that you’re tired of all the inane things people have said to you.
I’m tired of hearing, “You need a rearview mirror,” when I scoot backward seated in my walker because I have neither the strength nor the energy to walk, and walking hurts anyway.
I’m tired of people trying to help – and yanking the door away before asking, just when I was leaning on it to get my walker through.
I’m tired of people asking, “How are you?” when they really don’t want to know. You have a choice of lying and saying you’re fine, minimizing by saying you’re hanging in there, or letting them know how bad it is – which they really don’t want. One of the older residents here taught me to say something – anything – else; I’ve chosen, “Nice to see you” or “That is a lovely blouse” or anything that says I noticed the person and actually care.
A chicken dance. How does that person live with herself after doing that in public? Just don’t ask.
I think every gym has one of those dancers. There are a few varieties at the gym I go to.
I prefer to hike alone. Perhaps some of my reasons are different from yourd. But I am sure most are the same.
Different strokes for different folks~
Very true, very true