I got back to the gym after taking a two-week break. Usually I simply do some light cardio and rest the body for two weeks after 12 weeks of weights, but this time, I really didn’t get to do much of anything physical as I was part of running around with the obligations of what American vacation is, versus, simply being still and part of what I consider a very different holiday – that being going off into the untamed beauty of nature and being still in the wild.
I have to laugh, the first time I walked across Switzerland they asked: “where did you sleep?” I didn’t know there is a law where you can’t sleep in the “wild.” As the country has the best trail and route system on the planet, of which there are benches all over the place where I would put my sleeping bag out and rest from the day of hiking in 100 degree heat and listen to the cow bells tingle under the stars.
“The wild? Are you kidding? Walking St Jacobs way is like camping out in a backyard in the USA. if you want wild, you go to remote places and realize how tiny you are in the grand scheme of nature.”
This comment was usually met with blank stares as “wild” and “swiss” are like immiscible liquids.
So at the gym, I walk over to the pull-up machine, see a woman texting away at a furious pace and ask her if she is exercising?
“Oh yeah, I have two more sets.” (as I watched her spend the previous three minutes texting on her phone, doing nothing.)
“Great, you do one, I can do one, and we can share.” I don’t know, it seemed like a basic request that anyone in a gym that is not on a high-intensity elite athlete training program will share equipment or machines. But not this lady.
She made one rude comment. I bit my tongue. A gentleman next to me asked a question, and I answered him. The unhappy woman made another ignorant another. I bit my tongue. Then when she got to the third one. I asked her , “Why are you so unhappy, you beautiful blue skies, you are alive, and life is good.”
Then the lady went off to complain to the manager how terrible of a human i was after she kept mouthing off and i asked, “Why are you so miserable?”
The guy standing next to me smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “I have no clue why she is so miserable. Thank god we are not married to her!” as she went to report me for being so terrible for the asking to share a piece of workout equipment. hopefully the rest of her day improved?
So I really don’t know about people anymore. The more I simplify my life, the more peace and calm I get. The more I watch people texting and being connected to the noise of life and possessions – the more misery I see in them.
So that was my workout. I got through it, but as you age, you have to move every day. Right now, I am watching my father having difficulty simply breathing as he is going through the motions to pass from this life to the next.
I think of that woman in the gym after watching a man gasping for a simple breath of air and wonder, “why is she so unhappy and miserable?”
Life is short folks. Enjoy and savor each day and/or take the she*t of experience and use it as fertilizer. :o)