Training Day

Since I last blogged (is that a verb?) I joined the gym! Gyms, I am told, were created as a sociologist's laboratory sometime in the mid 80's. You could write a dissertation on gym etiquette and the social norms that exist there. Allow me to postulate. I have taken to using the cardio equipment on the second floor that overlooks the free weights so that I might observe the people who are using them correctly until I build the confidence to go down and try it myself, but consider this: What if the free weight crowd is really just using their vantage point to internalize and copy the motions of those using the cardio equipment? My hypothesis: Stay away from gyms with open floor plans.

I also enjoy watching the mother who works out right next to the child care center so when her toddler wanders away from Ms. Jane (who I assume works there) she can bellow through the glass and redirect his attention...

I attended my first spinning class this past week; it too would delight sociologists. Middle-aged women dominated the class demographic with men over 55 in a distant second. I accounted for a negligible portion being the only one under thirty. That is not to say I was the best cyclist in the class. The man next to me never lost a techno beat in stride as we cycled to the likes of Madonna, Justin Timberlake and Bruce Springsteen. I am anxiously awaiting spinning Karaoke where the instructor apparently passes around her headset for class members to sing along to their favorite remixes. I hope she has a version of Tiny Dancer!