It’s pathetic irony—or perhaps sad hypocrisy. Like most men of my age, I’m getting a little flabby around the torso and the love handles are becoming needlessly oversized—or maybe just needless.
In an effort to retain what semblance of fitness I have, I’ve taken to working out. What this really means is that I pay people to torture and punish me at the gym. So where’s the pathetic irony or sad hypocrisy in that, you wisely ask?
Money spent on fitness is money well spent, you’re thinking, and hey, I can’t argue. But here’s the nub of the irony, the kernel of the hypocrisy: I pay to participate in fitness classes and I pay for the gas to enable me to drive there. It’s akin to paying for the privilege to breathe air. It’s simply crazy.
Why not park the car and acquire exercise the old-fashioned way while saving money and the planet? And while I’m on my tirade of pathetic irony, how about this: paying for bags of dirt to put into the garden? And what about paying for bottled water while the world’s best water flows for free through the tap? Guilty on both counts, your Honour.
Paying for dirt, paying for water, and paying for exercise—have we all gone a little bit mad or is it just me? Tomorrow morning, I drive to spin class. I’m paying for gas so that I can ride a stationary bike to nowhere. Yes, I guess it is just me!
In an effort to retain what semblance of fitness I have, I’ve taken to working out. What this really means is that I pay people to torture and punish me at the gym. So where’s the pathetic irony or sad hypocrisy in that, you wisely ask?
Money spent on fitness is money well spent, you’re thinking, and hey, I can’t argue. But here’s the nub of the irony, the kernel of the hypocrisy: I pay to participate in fitness classes and I pay for the gas to enable me to drive there. It’s akin to paying for the privilege to breathe air. It’s simply crazy.
Why not park the car and acquire exercise the old-fashioned way while saving money and the planet? And while I’m on my tirade of pathetic irony, how about this: paying for bags of dirt to put into the garden? And what about paying for bottled water while the world’s best water flows for free through the tap? Guilty on both counts, your Honour.
Paying for dirt, paying for water, and paying for exercise—have we all gone a little bit mad or is it just me? Tomorrow morning, I drive to spin class. I’m paying for gas so that I can ride a stationary bike to nowhere. Yes, I guess it is just me!