At the fitness studio, I thought about what I was doing: lifting weights. I do this regularly to stay in shape, something I have been doing since my first attempts at sport. Because I can no longer find 19 other guys to play lacrosse or 11 to play hockey, not that this is possible where I live, I am reduced to individual exercise. That’s better than nothing.
Today, I wondered what someone from the past, who labored all day, every day to survive, would think of humans exercising muscles for fun or health or to keep busy or for whatever reason. A visit to a fitness studio would astound the visitor, although the scantily clad women would surely appeal to his baser instincts.
The basic animal activity of muscle movement has evolved a long way...
Most people are aware that one makes no progress on a treadmill. Running on a treadmill moving backwards means even less progressive.
After the strange sensation on a perpendicular treadmill, I choose one in line with the ship’s beam (nb. nautical term). Unfortunately, the torture machine faced aft (nb. sorry, another nautical term). So, if the ship was moving at 30 km/h and I was jogging at 10 km/h (don’t criticize; I was happy to even start), then my forward movement was minus 20 km/h. Now that’s no progress...but at least my head was less messed up (besides the usual weirdness, which regular readers have come to recognise).
I look forward to returning to a gym on solid ground in Hong Kong.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.