In recent weeks, SOB has taken note of my quasi-buff arms and POB’s outrageously buff arms arms, and decided to inquire about FTOB (fitness trainer of blogger).
While I applaud her desire to tone and strengthen her core muscles, I worry about her gentle internal ecosystem. SOB does the least she can do at the gym. Really. SOB doesn’t even break a sweat on the elliptical machine, which she does (ir)religiously for a “really long time” before she can’t handle the monotony of it. In real time, that means 12 minutes, tops.
“How long can an hour-long training session be, 45 minutes?” SOB asks innocently.
Sigh. Doctors, even non-psychiatric ones, think in different time intervals than the rest of us. And she is a New Yorker. So if a New York minute is less than 60 seconds, then a New York hour CAN’T be one hour. The logic is valid, but SOB has no idea what is about to hit her.
FTOB is wonderful and “quirky”. She dances during breaks; she uses words for parts of the body that creep me out. In a moment of Zen, I just thought I will let SOB experience it all, without the usual warnings I might convey.
And, yet you can understand my worry. I am delivering my dearest SOB into the hands of a fitness freak. While I can handle FTOB, my gentle big sister may be consumed by the sweat and exertion of it all. I knew it could be a moral crime, but I needed to check whether wanton disregard for the attention span and general fitness profile of a loved one was a punishable offense under New York law. So far, there is no crime on the books of New York State for accessory to a fitness event.
SOB was happy that I “happened into” the gym about 30 minutes (a New York 45 minutes) before her first training session. (Of course I was on hand for the momentous event.) I made the introductions, even though I already gave FTOB the talk (hurt my sister and you are dead meat). As I left, I did the “I am watching you” hand signal of touching my eyes and then pointing to FTOB.
So, I lurked about to make sure that SOB wasn’t crying or leaving mid-session. Imagine my surprise when FTOB said, “walk this way” and started doing something out of Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks (www.youtube.com/watch?v=wippooDL6WE), and SOB did!!
SOB made it to the end of the full hour and then made arrangements to start regular sessions.
Me? Turns out I was just a stalker without a cause.