January 4, 2012

It’s tourist season at the gym! And let me be the first to say that I love a lot of things about the first of the year New Resolution-ers. So much energy! So much enthusiasm! So much more laughter about the bizarre rules the Gym Buddies and I use to play basketball! (Laughing with us or at us? Considering we made Gym Buddy Allison do a personalized cheer that spelled out each of our names with her body when she lost, let’s go with both.) Truly I’m happy that more people are at the gym and working out. But. But [...]
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November 28, 2011

A man died at my gym today. In the space between one breath and the next, his heart flailed. Then failed. Slumped to the floor, his next breath came not from within him but from without. An unnatural gift from a stranger. A gift that was not quite enough. He died shirtless, vulnerable and alone. Alone save for the strangers pumping his chest and the strangers – me – watching from the balcony above and the strangers staring from the entrance. A Greek chorus to witness a tragedy. This is not the first time I have seen someone die. Not [...]
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