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.