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Demons With Mindless Elegance
Some days it takes something like this to get me to the gym: One day, when I just wasn't feeling it, I made myself go to the gym. When I got there, I had an extra quarter in my pocket. I had brought five to buy a bottle of water: four for the water and an extra to replace the one that the machine invariably takes as a sacrifice. But that day, the machine inexplicably accepted the four proffered quarters and returned a bottle of water in exchange. So I had an extra quarter. But my new sweats have no pocket in which to place the extra quarter, so I placed the quarter in a secret--but easily visible--gym location, known only to me and the quarter. I figured that someone would find it and take it and then feel lucky for having found a quarter (and that would, Annie Dillard-like, make me quite happy). That was weeks ago. It's still there. I visit that quarter (which I now call Happy Quarter) five times a week. Sometimes all that gets me to the gym is the promise of a Happy Quarter viewing. Some days it takes something like this to get me to the gym, Part II: I read a book about how Navy Seals weight train. Now I'm training like a Navy Seal. (And, yes, I realize that there's a certain kind of irony implied by the fact that I am a total slacker in the rest of my life but a perfect type A when it comes to working out. I don't try to explain it. I just accept it and live it.) Some days it takes something like this to get me to the gym, Part III: The thought that the scale might have gone up overnight. Or evidence that the scale went up overnight. Or a big meal the day before. Or the thought that my quads would just melt away to nothing if I didn't go. I used to hate Nike ads as much as the next guy: But there is a certain mindless elegance to the "Just Do It" attitude.
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