I have been an incurable gym rat for much of my life. During my high school days, I was part of a small but devout gang who walked the tracks from school to East Weymouth and ultimately Lady Diana’s “spa.” Adorned with a Greek décor including a one-armed statue a la Venus de Milo, Corinthian columns, and a fountain to remind us we were throwing our money away, Lady Diana’s was at best, a place to exercise our potential. Looking back on it, most of the cheesy furnishings were probably purchased from Building 19, but it was intoxicating enough to my 16-year-old self to want to be…well…better looking.
Newton‘s Law of Inertia states that an object in motion will continue to move at a constant velocity in a straight line unless acted upon by an external force. There are several situations where an external force can cause an object to be in periodic motion. These include circular motion and back-and-forth motion.
I believe it was the belt sander machine that sold me on Lady Diana’s. I would adjust the 6-inch wide straps around my hips then thighs and allow it to shake me like I was a strawberry daiquiri until another law of physics would take over.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Heading home, our group would often pause at Burrell’s store for Doritos or something equally nutritious to sustain us on our long trek to North Weymouth.
I need a sort of gym membership for my brain; It needs exercise too. Cooking in this summer heat, I am concerned that the only word that comes to mind is, atrophy. Merriam-Webster defines atrophy thusly:
Decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue.
Now, isn’t that the reason I go to the gym in the first place? Maybe atrophy isn’t a bad choice. Think I’ll throw a nickel in my town’s fountain, and then go get a daiquiri and some Doritos.