- You are getting awfully tired of those same old disciplined/sad faces at the gym on Friday night and early Saturday morning. (See e.g. prior posts re gym.)
- You really have to get to your old house upstate. An old country house which is not inhabited for weeks gets awfully mousey/moldy smelling during a rainy summer. On the other hand, since you’re only going up for the weekend, there’s absolutely no time to do anything about any of that other than open the windows as wide as possible and stay outdoors whenever you can (i.e. when it’s only drizzling.)
- It’s blackberry season, hurray! Yes, there seems to be some kind of blight. (Japanese beetles? Cyclical die-out? Too many bears?!) Still, it’s blackberry season, hurray!
- You spend all day blackberrying which means hiking, picking, swimming in ice cold water when the scratches really begin to sting. Yes, your legs and arms are bleeding. Despite the ice cold water. But, you actually pick enough (despite the blight) to make a pie.
- Okay, so you’re too tired to make dough. Still, you actually picked enough to make a pie!
- When your husband takes the dead robin off the screened-in porch, the old house really doesn’t smell so bad.
- You were able to arrange everything so you don’t have to go back till Monday morning. No sitting, cursing, through Sunday night traffic jam, hurray! No waiting in line at the changing of the bus in Kingston, carbon monoxide thinning the ranks of passengers until there are just enough to fill the seats. No arriving back to Sunday night non-working subway, everyone on the platform hot, tired and sweaty, and you even hotter, tireder and sweatier when you slump into your unairconditioned apartment. No, this way, you’ll go back so early now, you’ll sleep all the way.
- Even more importantly: grass, clouds, big sky, patches of blue, blend of cricket and streamsong, salamanders under thick rocks with every kind of salt-and pepper belly and backside, electric green through tree trunks, hay in the next field, the early fall of maple leaves on grey rock face, fawns still spotted.
- After two days, hiking, swimming, blackberrying, and avoiding mouse/mold smells, a little work-out at the gym seems invitingly easy. The faces there say hello.
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Friday Night Gym
August 14, 2009Five Reasons To Go To The Gym Friday Nights
1. It makes you feel incredibly disciplined.
2. It’s really uncrowded.
3. The staff are extremely attentive.
4. It closes early so you don’t have long to work out.
5. You’re getting fat.
Five Reasons Not To Go To The Gym Friday Nights
1. It’s hard to feel good about being disciplined when the rest of the world is out partying.
2. You see the same old people there every Friday night. They are beginning to seem very same and very old. You wonder about your own sameness and oldness quotients.
3. The staff are so anxious to get rid of you they vacuum right where you huff. You feel too bereft to ask them to stop, certain that they, at least, have other places to go.
4. If you’re not going to work out very long, what’s the point?
5. You’re getting fat anyway.
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