We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Sometimes I think about things during my morning work-out. I try not to think and to go into a mindless, timeless state, but sometimes my brain wins. Often, I use my aerobic time to pray, and I hope God laughs about my multitasking.
Many things in life test our will-power and, in a sick kind of Yankee way, I tend to enjoy such tests of mental strength. Few things present conflicts with one's will-power like facing another ten minutes on the Elliptical, or one more set of squats.
Well, maybe paying bills and doing other paperwork almost compares. My personal attitude towards paperwork is infantile, defiant, and not admirable. I often fail these tests.
Does persisting with the things we find difficult, and seek excuses to avoid, build character? We say Yes. The Maggie's heart says "Easy stuff first, hard stuff later." The Maggie's conscience and the Maggie's tradition says "Hard stuff first, easier stuff after."
Spandex? All the women in my gym wear Spandex (or Yoga pants), and I'd say it's 50% women there early in the morning. Guys on the machines alternate their gaze from CNBC or FOX to the bouncing youthful Spandexed behind in front of them with the bouncing blond pony-tail, then back to CNBC.
Being pure of heart and mind, I stay glued to the FOX. Don't you?
Spandex may be an invention of the devil [he and I are not closely acquainted] but for loyal wives who, like me, still don't understand much about football, Spandex is the great deliverer from boredom. Back when I was an eager young thing, girls with curiosity had to take 'life art classes' to get a chance to study the male form. We weren't supposed to be interested in gorgeous male chests and beautiful male butts.
Well, women and men are not that different, y'know. And I sometimes think that the beautiful male form is way better than females with their strange looking bumps. So spandex delivers us from boredom on three or four game weekends.
I sit there on my comfortable chaise longue and enjoy what God hath wrought.'
One wonders how many lives of middle-aged men have been saved because of regular exercise at the gym with a high-spandex factor. It certainly makes the time pass, and does provide motivation to exercise when the spirit is weak.
I think Bird Dog is not being completely candid with us. I've spent to much time on this blog to think otherwise. Oooooh....I see,.... "the" FOX.
Spandex in the gym is mostly a wonderful thing. Everytime someone mentions Spandex I'm reminded of the time I took my kids to a zoo a number of years ago. My two sons were under 10 years old and we were looking at a mother and baby Rhinoceros. Both were facing away from us. We turned to walk away from the exhibit and there stood a very large woman in light gray Spandex facing away from us. Both of my sons quickly pointed out both the womans and the Rhinos backside. The similarities were uncanny.
Spandex is NOT always a good thing. I actually miss the days when Moo Moos and those maternity blouses were more common