I’ve mentioned before that pushing is really hard in the winter. The dust from the salt that covers the ground gets on my gloves and makes getting a grip difficult. To get to the gym I have to push uphill, over tons of salt and it’s really hard. Several people offered help, and as much as I was struggling and as much as I needed the help, I said that I was OK and all but one respected my no. The last guy didn’t hear no, kept saying he didn’t mind, and just before he grabbed the handles on the back of the chair, I shouted, “Don’t touch me.” Those words sent him fleeing.
I rolled back and forth on carpet four or five times to get the bulk of the salt and grime off of my wheels and then headed to the gym. Joe, who had been parking the car, joined me there and helped me get set up. We did the Canadian Strip Tease, hat, ear muffs, gloves, scarf, coat and under-scarf and Joe put them in a locker. The guy helped me by taking the seat out of the ergometer and I got started. Joe left to go swimming.
After a little over 3k I left the ergometer and went to the cable machine. It had been busy all morning and I wanted to get my crack at it, so as soon as I was over 3k I left to grab it when it was free. I spend about 50 minutes on this machine and one of the exercises I do is to sit backwards to the machine, then grab hold of the handles and do boxing, pulling weights up as I do. I do 30 down, 30 in front and 30 up twice.
I was on the second round, sweating like a cold beer on a hot day, when a young man walked up the ramp turned the little corner where the machine was and into my view. He could see me as well, that’s how it works. And he just stopped. He seemed to be watching, not staring but either way, I didn’t like it. So I stopped what I was doing. I said, “Can I help you?”
That woke him up and he realized he’s stopped and had intruded into my workout and he said, “Sorry, I was just …”
“Just what?” I prompted.
“No, it’s just that I was thinking that how good it was to see you out. I mean, to see someone who can’t do anything, out doing things. Like I never .. Well, it’s just great.”
Now it was my turn to stare at him as I watched him walk away shaking his head as if he was fully baffled.
“… to see someone who can’t do anything out doing things.” There’s one I’ve never heard before. I wonder if he’ll ever think about what he said and realize the massive contradiction within those few words.
I am now someone who can’t do anything out doing things.
Are there cards and tee shirts for those of us who can’t do but do anyway? There should be.