Tune in Tokyo

Yesterday was an eye-opening day. I arrived at the gym well before the 8pm kickboxing class with the intention of getting in some extra cardio and possibly a round of weights. Low and behold I forgot my iPod. Grrrr....So out the window goes my plan of shimming down the runway a la America's Next Top Model, oh I mean struttin' my stuff on the treadmill while moving and grooving to my super awesome workout playlist. No biggie - I grab a bike and start to pedaling.

It's an odd feeling working out sans the closed-in comfort of headphones. I felt exposed, sort of.  So I took the time to let my eyes wander around the gym.  Have you ever noticed how people lift weights. I do. I'm not a trainer, but have had several over the years. I know there is a wrong way and right way to lift. There's also this thing called mind-muscle connection. It's very Ghandi-like - having to visualize the muscle contracting as you use i. I like that concept because I visualize slimmed thighs and Angela Bassett-esque guns!  So while watching various men/women going about their gym activities, there's a wide range of conscious and unconscious lifters in the world.  The unconscious ones remind me of drones.

So while I sat spinning away, listening to the piped in music over the clink/clack of weights and whirling of treadmills and ellipticals, the drones reminded me that I need to stay on the mind-muscle track. But I still have a tendency to check out the hot muscled bodies as they roam about the gym.