The Gym
I could probably write an entire book about things that have happened to me and things I've seen since I've been going to one of the local gyms. The people there are as colorful as the playroom they have for the kids. For most of them, I have no clue what their names are or even much about them but just seeing them and talking to them some just makes me, well, ponder. Some inspire me, some make me feel better about myself. Some even make me want to cry.
I was talking to a young lady while I was on the bike tonight (I'll keep her name to myself on the off chance that she may be reading this) and my heart just sank for her. She's lived in Fort Wayne for a few years and the impression I got was that she was still feeling kind of lost and lonely. I've talked with her a few other times at the gym as well and everytime she just seems so sad, so alone. Then she told me that she drinks a lot and I knew it was to cope with her, well, depression. I'm usually a really good judge of people and I feel like she's a really nice person, even someone I'd really like to get to know. Honestly, she made me think of that girl in the Mel Gibson movie "What Women Want." You know, the girl in his office who was always kind of depressed and who he went to look for toward the end because he thought she might have hurt herself. Sad. :-(
Then there are the guys who work out at the gym (as you can imagine, there are tons of them). One of the guys I work with at the station works out there and he is hardcore about it! If I put in half the effort this guy does, I'd already be in great shape. Then there's the older guy who's bald, has one of those Hulk Hogan mustaches and is built like a Mack truck. Yikes. That dude works out like he's preparing for a tour of duty in Iraq. I've seen some professional body builders do less of a work out than this guy does. Like, when he's doing lat pulls: He left almost the maximum weight on that machine. I hope I look that good when I'm his age (although he is, at the most, 50). Then there's another guy who I see in the locker room a good bit. He's always encouraging me and telling me to push myself. It's in part thanks to his encouragement that I've been going like I have. Normally I would have given up by now. I'm the type of guy who would get real gung-ho about losing weight and all and then give up soon afterward. Not this time.
I have to go back to the station in a minute to make sure the computer doesn't foul up. Oy... major drama concerning that today. So I'm going up there to make sure it continues to function properly after midnight. Thank God I don't live far from there.
--Jonathan
I was talking to a young lady while I was on the bike tonight (I'll keep her name to myself on the off chance that she may be reading this) and my heart just sank for her. She's lived in Fort Wayne for a few years and the impression I got was that she was still feeling kind of lost and lonely. I've talked with her a few other times at the gym as well and everytime she just seems so sad, so alone. Then she told me that she drinks a lot and I knew it was to cope with her, well, depression. I'm usually a really good judge of people and I feel like she's a really nice person, even someone I'd really like to get to know. Honestly, she made me think of that girl in the Mel Gibson movie "What Women Want." You know, the girl in his office who was always kind of depressed and who he went to look for toward the end because he thought she might have hurt herself. Sad. :-(
Then there are the guys who work out at the gym (as you can imagine, there are tons of them). One of the guys I work with at the station works out there and he is hardcore about it! If I put in half the effort this guy does, I'd already be in great shape. Then there's the older guy who's bald, has one of those Hulk Hogan mustaches and is built like a Mack truck. Yikes. That dude works out like he's preparing for a tour of duty in Iraq. I've seen some professional body builders do less of a work out than this guy does. Like, when he's doing lat pulls: He left almost the maximum weight on that machine. I hope I look that good when I'm his age (although he is, at the most, 50). Then there's another guy who I see in the locker room a good bit. He's always encouraging me and telling me to push myself. It's in part thanks to his encouragement that I've been going like I have. Normally I would have given up by now. I'm the type of guy who would get real gung-ho about losing weight and all and then give up soon afterward. Not this time.
I have to go back to the station in a minute to make sure the computer doesn't foul up. Oy... major drama concerning that today. So I'm going up there to make sure it continues to function properly after midnight. Thank God I don't live far from there.
--Jonathan
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