It was the day before the inauguration.
I found a local gym that offered a month to month membership. No long-term contract. And, it was only$49 per month. Ok, there is no pool (I don’t like to swim anyway and ALL pools have water that, to me, is just above freezing. “Heated pools” …just a myth. And, I tend to get water in my ear which keeps me from hearing clearly and forces me to keep poking my forefinger in my ear to clear it out (it never works). And, there is no sauna in this gym, which is fine with me. My apartment is warm enough and I don’t really want to sit in a tiny room with a few older naked men.
I’m Irish, not Swedish.
So I worked out on a bike for about an hour. Got my heart rate to about 107 and I left sweat on the arm rests. I had Spotify on my iPhone and was listening to some modern “Americana” music.
Then I punched the “cool down” button. I had burned off several hundred calories which I was about to replace a block away at the Amsterdam Ale House.
I went upstairs, without a shower (remember the above reference to naked men) and pushed the door to Broadway. I was met by an enthusiastic woman and a guy with a camera. [To get to my gym, you have to enter the lobby of a small off-off Broadway theater. The gym is down stairs.]
The woman had a sheet of paper. She asked if I would just say ‘who I was’ and what I was ‘fighting for’. I misunderstood what she said and thought that I would have my picture taken. I felt that I looked like Christopher Lloyd in Back to the Future. I needed a haircut and felt tired and miserable.
A day later I walked into the theater lobby to go down to the gym. It was then that I saw the papers lining the walls. The papers I turned my back on. The sheets of paper that I had declined to write a phrase and a comment.
As I read the sheets, I felt ashamed I didn’t have my own on the lobby wall.
I left the gym that afternoon…not with sweat on my forehead …but with a tear on my cheek.
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