Today is yet again deadline day at Washington Life, which means that it is again “binge my face off and moan about it to my colleagues” day. The culprits were cheddar goldfish and Smartfood popcorn, because when stressed, I seem to cure my ails with powdered processed cheese. So while editing a contribution from Oliver Stone, I munched and munched like empty calories are a panacea for my ails. Luckily, when I stray, there is my amazing gym to kick my butt back in shape.
I realllllllly appreciated my gym, Tenley Sport and Health, this winter during snowmageddon. I logged so many miles on that indoor track I was beginning to feel like a gerbil on a spinning wheel, but I was happy to have something.
Another thing I love about my gym are the characters there. There are some really marvelous individuals that sweat it out in Tenleytown and it always adds to my overall workout time. Why stop doing planks when you can watch a man put a medieval looking leather cage on his head, attach a weight to it, and do neck exercises? It’s better than going to the circus.
Then of course there is the insanely thin woman who always wears white and does swimming motions although she is not in the water; the “so you think you can dance” gal who literally does Tae Bo while she is on the stairmaster, kicking her limbs out like she’s in a Chorus Line; and the “meaty muscle brothers” who like to lift an amazing amount of weight, once, and then high five each other for roughly 15 minutes while flexing in their borderline spandex outfits. And those are just my favorites.
It’s really the characters that make anything great. My gym in Hong Kong had a man who always dressed like Elvis. He went by “Chelvis,” Chinese Elvis that is. If he were here, I would never leave. Oh well, head cage man will have to do!