This new boot camp class is three days a week for the next six weeks. I go on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays I am overcome with a kind of fitness amnesia in which I somehow forget that there was ever physical suffering or sorrow or those weird calisthenic exercises that involve jumping up from a squatting position and then squatting down again and kicking your legs out behind you like you�re some kind of fleshy lounge chair. I suppose I could continue to discuss how much that sucks, but I won�t, because just now, when I tried to find a helpful image to show you what that particular horrible exercise looks like, I discovered instead that “calisthenics” is the best Google Image search word ever. You could spend hours looking at pictures like this and this, and you can even leave SafeSearch off (which you wouldn’t think would be the case, considering, and which you might find either a disappointment or a relief, considering) and still get amazing results. It’s the kind of Google image search that makes you see the whole world working in some kind of uncanny synchronization of action and purpose; you see kids do calisthenics and grown-ups do them, too; red-blooded soldiers and Chinese do them; cats dressed as people do them and people dressed as bats do them, by God! And, best of all, image-searching on the word “calisthenics” leads you to this page. It makes me wonder: would I enjoy my boot camp class more if we all got to dress up as pirates or Pierrot dolls or steam trains? Hmm. See, this is how I forget the pain.
In other news, my friend Michael in North Carolina got his gall bladder out yesterday and I am very jealous our friend Rebecky got to see the gallstones. If you go read her entry, you’ll find a link to other pictures where you can see that Michael is pretty on the inside, too.
