It’s good to be back

I sat down at the exercise bike, set the timer, tightened the straps to position my feet just so and began to pedal.

As always, I had to stop right at the beginning to adjust my seat, but it didn’t take me wrong to settle into a nice, loose, relaxed rhythm, the type that covers “distance” quickly without feeling like I’m pushing too hard.

On my Kindle, I started reading John Connelly’s “From Peoples into Nations,” because nothing says light reading on an exercise bike quite like 900 pages on the history of Eastern Europe.

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The week gone by — Dec. 13

Every Monday at 7 p.m., I carefully prop up my iPad in my sock drawer, log into Zoom and kick, punch, jump and shuffle for an hour in my exercise class.

We haven’t been in the gym for months, but as long as there’s a class on Monday, I’m there, whether it’s in the parking lot of a pizza place — where we gathered with cones to keep us the required 14 feet apart during the summer — or virtually in my bedroom.

After all, when the class started almost four years ago, it was Thursdays at 7 a.m., and compared to that, how hard is it to follow along on a screen?

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Flashback to high school

It had been a good workout.

I felt energetic, strong, and even though Suzi is the best company, it was also good to be around other people during the class, if only through the iPad resting at the perfect height in the sock drawer of our bedroom.

And then Jamie, our instructor, started the music on her end-of-class stretching playlist.

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I claim this machine in the name of …

The closest I’ve come to getting into an altercation at the gym was a couple months ago.

It was with one of those guys who thinks multiple machines in a public gym are reserved for his use, even if he’s not using one or, in this case, wandering about the gym between sets.

When I got on a machine he had been using, I could see him hovering nearby, and when he asked when I’d be done, I told him soon, but that the machine didn’t belong to him if he wasn’t using it.

He snapped back that he knew that (I call bull—t on that one); I replied somehow, and that was pretty much the end of it.

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“Beauty” tips for regular people

You won’t look like Sharon Stone at 59.

Don’t take it from me, not when The New York Times says literally that. Of course, the teaser for the digital article starts with “But you can try,” which is sort of an odd way to put it — here is an unattainable goal, but hey, click on the link and learn how you can shoot your shot. Continue reading ““Beauty” tips for regular people”