Man on a drop-frame bicycle converted to an exercycle, 1918.
I noticed the gym recently installed new motion sensor activated doors which I don’t have to use my new found strength to open, a fact I felt compelled to mention to the clerk at check in. I’ve often wondered about our devotion to labor saving devices coinciding with our dependence on exercise machines and gym classes. If only we could kill two birds with one stone and make our exercise routines useful in completing necessary tasks while we work out, like riding an exercycle to work.
In our aerobics class, we do an exercise called the “hay baler”, where you hold a weight and lift it from the ground diagonally over your head, repeatedly. Sometimes I wonder how many animals I could feed doing this, which I don’t have to do because I drive to the store to buy the machine fed, raised, slaughtered, packaged and shipped creature whose flesh is one of the reasons I’m doing “hay balers”.
June 1, 2014 at 7:22 pm
It’s and age since you helped me load a truck to take my work away from that paradise for artists, MacDowell. Glad to see that you are still active and surrounded by wildlife as long as it is inspiring. Inspiration can be mitigated by invasion. Deer, during a hard winter up in Maine managed to eat five feet form the ground of my “barrier” of arborvitae which now has an Italianate appearance that allows headlights to again disrupt our peaceful evenings. it only took about ten years to get the trees to function as they were intended to, and to survive the various attack by ATV that were made in my absence, and now, that they have reached over 20 feet in height, they have no bottoms.
Enough of musings. Tell me more about your life, kid (s?) etc. I seem to be much the same but with new knees and a dog.
June 8, 2014 at 8:16 pm
I think my trainer looks like that.