Grant told me I need to go to the gym. He said I was way out of shape. He said he would go too. So we did some research and signed up for Gold’s Gym in downtown Oakland, right across from Lake Merritt. It’s beautiful down there, looks European.
It’s been decades since I worked out in a gym so I want to share some things with you.
I ride the stationary bike. Grant works out upstairs with weights. Lots of people ride the bike and they often read or watch TV while doing it. I just ride. I used to be a runner and I liked the feeling of running, loved it. Moving my legs. Breathing hard. Sweating. Sweating feels good.
So I ride and I ride hard — according to my ability — and I lose myself in time. I ride for about 40 minutes but it doesn’t feel like 40 minutes. I don’t know what it feels like. This may sound weird, but experienced a certain way — writing, exercising, etc. — time is flexible, changeable, gooey. I like that kind of time.
I like the gym. I know no one there, but people are polite and they are serious and they work hard at a good thing. One custom I noticed right away. When people are done riding the bike, they get a piece of paper towel and spray it with a liquid disinfectant. Then they wipe down the handlebars and seat as a courtesy to the next rider. I observed this and now I do it too. I enjoy the subtle courtesies of life. I learned this one at the gym.