An ode to our beloved local gym
What shall we celebrate today? Should it be sugar-free candies and exercise? That splendid sit- down cross-trainer that politely asks listless arms and legs and hands and feet to do the work for once, instead of just the brain? I mean it— This is something to rejoice in! Some place to go where the signs say, “No critics,” “No judgment,” where the steel of hundreds of years of research have been smelted alongside the smooth drop of gear and piston and weight, all in exactly the right order, and everything is a glorious shade of purple and fuchsia and endorphins. And while it’s true I often prefer the woods, the white tufts of milkweed gone feral, while the unexpected field mouse nurses her young beneath a metamorphosing fallen tree, I do love me a good gym workout. Now if only they’d turn down the music a bit… Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright April 1, 2024, all rights reserved
