Saturday night fitness
I was jacked up on caffeine this evening and decided to try something new. I went to the gym at 9 p.m. I had a date with sweat.
With my Ipod on random, I listened to my gym playlist while reading the close-captioning of “Notting Hill” on screen. Despite the multiple stimuli, I was also able to survey the gym single scene. I’ve gotta tell you, it was not date night at 24 Hour Fitness. The odds were 50/50 on the cardio machines and in the free weight, beefcake area. These were not ugly people. Short, yes, but that’s the story of my life.
When Bjork finished singing “I miss you but I haven’t met you yet,” I had gone 2.8 miles and burned 400 calories. I walked out alone with sweat dripping but happy knowing I wasn’t the only person without plans on a Saturday night.
I might go back early tomorrow for “church” on the treadmill.