Why is it…

I am often puzzled by my fellow humans’ behavior.  This week I’ve been quietly chuckling to myself when I’ve gone to the gym and watched people drive around and around the parking lot looking for a spot close to the door.

This is baffling because one would assume that anyone visiting a gym wants to get some exercise.  Why would someone who wants to get some exercise be at all concerned with how far he/she had to walk from their car to the front door?  Yet, yesterday I saw one young guy drive four circles around the parking lot waiting for someone to leave so he could park near the entrance.  I might understand if this was an elderly person who planned to do water aerobics or some such thing due to their limited mobility, but this guy couldn’t have been a day over 22.

Me?  I drive into the lot and park in the first spot I see open.  Sometimes, particularly at this time of year when everyone and their uncle Leopold is signing up for a gym membership that they will promptly cancel in March, this means I’m parked on the other side of the building, but so what.  Walking more is, generally speaking, a good idea.

I could, however, write a book about bizarre human behavior solely based on observed activities at the gym.  There’s the one woman who comes to the gym and does nothing but walk around the perimeter of the facility very quickly.  I have so far resisted the urge to ask her why she would pay $70 a month to do nothing more than walk around.  I’ve mentioned this to a few people and they always say the same thing – maybe she’s afraid to walk around her neighborhood.  That’s just sad, but even if that’s the case, why not walk around the mall for free?  Then there are the herds of people who one can see at all times of day on the treadmills, stationary bikes and elliptical machines who are walking or riding at a very leisurely pace whilst reading.  Sorry folks, but if you can read a book while you’re working out, you’re not actually working out.

When I go out for runs I often see groups of women walking on the trail I like to run on.  They’re decked out in fitness garb like they’re really serious about getting fit.  Thing is, they’re almost always toting mega-sized super vente frapawhatsits from Starbucks.  That’s about 500 calories of sugary goo.  Walk pretty briskly for a full hour and you might burn half of that off.

People are funny.

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