I thought it was time I update you on my progress towards 100 Miles by April 1st. And since it’s Walk With Me Wednesday, well, what better time?
As you know, I walk at the local YMCA. I really love it but there’s a teeny problem when it comes to the blog – I’m not exactly comfortable taking pictures at the gym. Judy has suggested that the photo opportunities are many – and she’s right – but still. I know I wouldn’t want someone snapping a picture of me while I’m huffing and puffing on the treadmill so I’m assuming that no one else would want that either. Nevertheless, I’ll do just about anything for this here blog.
yes, it’s a crappy photo. I was being stealth.
That’s what my Y looks like on an average afternoon. There’s about 15 treadmills, 15 elliptical machines, 10 stationary bikes and a whole bunch of strength training machines in the back. Plus televisions. It’s really pretty nice and when it’s crowded, as it often is in the afternoon, the people-watching is great.
There are the beautiful people. You know the ones. They’re skinny and pretty and you wonder what the hell they are doing there. There are the athletic ones. They’re very serious about the whole thing and they sweat a lot. There are the regulars. They are the ones that are there every time I go, no matter what day it is and no matter what time it is. And then there’s the rest of us. Just your basic slobs trying to fit some exercise into the daily routine. Sometimes there’s even someone there fatter than me. I keep a little tally of that, you know.
And the funny thing is that even with all those people there, and there’s almost always someone there I know since this Y is right in my town, no one really talks to each other or looks at each other. Eye contact is a very rare thing at the gym, I’m finding. People walk towards the machines without looking around. They get on the machines and they face forward (sort of reminds me of being in an elevator) and they just do their work-out and mind their business. Oh, there’s the sideways glance to the machine on your left and the machine on your right, just to see if you’re working harder/stronger/better than the person next to you, but for the most part everyone is sort of in their zone.
I suppose the prolific use of headphones accounts for much of this. Everyone there, young, old, athletic, skinny, fat, whatever – they are all wearing headphones. Only the coolest of us have iPods, though. And let’s face it, the iPod is my biggest motivator. I walk faster and push myself harder when certain songs come on. I find that the ones that motivate me vary from day to day but I almost always start with “Alberta Bound” by Gordon Lightfoot and somewhere in the mix will always be “I’m Gonne Be (500 Miles)” by the Proclaimers. Just in honor of the whole Runagogo.
So that’s what my walk look like, feels like, and sounds like. And when I’m there I feel like you’re all there with me, cheering me on!