Earlier this year, I was at my local gym on a gorgeous Los Angeles day. This was the kind of day you call your friends and family back east and brag about.
LA BRAGGER: You shoveled snow today? That’s too bad. It’s picture perfect here. I’m in shorts and a tank top and a butterfly landed on my hand just as 8 supermodels came up and asked me for directions. They thought the butterfly was sooo cute…or was that me they said was cute? I can’t remember but I’m hanging with them later so I’ll ask them then….Did I mention the smell of Lilac wafting through the air?
The weather is Los Angeles’ ace in the hole. It’s the one thing that almost offsets the traffic, earthquakes, mudslides, fires and flakes.
I completed my light-weight but high rep circuit training and was about to leave and soak up some LA rays. On my way out I noticed a long line for the treadmills. On a picture perfect day people were waiting in line to run in place. When I say perfect, I don’t mean hot. I mean perfect, 72 and sunny with a warm breeze. These people are akin to the mice that won’t leave their cage even when it’s open.
I didn’t even have a gym membership my first 5 years in LA. I only got one to get my light-weight pump on when I’m on the road.
These are the same people who go to a gallery to look at pictures of the landscape they just drove through to get to the gallery.
Please, no comments about impact on the knees. So Cal has more parks than you can shake a Red Vine at.
At least George Jetson had the whole no atmosphere excuse for his treadmill escapades. *
*Pic of George Jetson on the treadmill: