The gym was crowded when I walked in. I hate when it’s like that. I am one of the younger ones (I know, hard to believe!). Sometimes the ladies don’t move fast enough for me. You are on a piece of equipment for 30 seconds and then you move to the next. If you take too long, you won’t get your heart rate up.
The music was loud over the chattering and the feeling was upbeat. Some people were singing along adding to the noise. Picture this: several 70+ year-old women yelling, “Ride the pony.” It was a chorus!
When you go at the same time every day, you see the same people. There are cycles. Some people come for a time and then stop and you never know why. Traditionally every time I made a friend there, they left two months later. I was starting to get paranoid but now I have a friend for over a year. (She’s probably going to leave any minute now…)
Exercise is one of those things that some people do for socialization and some people do for…well….exercise. Many of the folks at my gym are there for the former. You can tell because their jaws flap way more than any other part of their body. Best jaws in town!
No judgment here. I don’t really care. Just keep moving and don’t get in my way.
Over the winter we lost a few of the older ones (really older) and I asked the manager about them. One, she was 91, had called in January to say she wasn’t ever coming back. When the manager asked why, she said, “It’s too freakin’ cold!” She won’t come back now in the summer either.
Once out of the routine makes it hard to get back into the groove. I know that to be true.
Another one moved to an assisted living place. Her kids took her car keys away and we all sighed in relief. We loved her but her driving was scary. When we knew she was coming we would park at the far corners of the lot. Most days we ran out of corners. Of course she drove an old Oldsmobile. She could barely see over the steering wheel. Yep, scary.
There is another one who takes the bus so there is some walking for her to do. During the winter, she only came when she got a ride because walking was so treacherous. (These ladies have hips that break.) She’s back regularly with her crazy stories again. She is an African-American from the south with the best drawl I’ve ever heard. That dialect ranks right next to the Geico gecko or any of the Australian or even the British actors. (They make anything sound better!)
I don’t go to the gym for socialization but I miss the chatter and calamities when I can’t make it.