Bodies in motion
I am finally going back to the gym. Not to the classes yet. I am just walking. I get on the treadmill and try to zone out for a while.
What I am finding is that movement catches my eye as I walk. I have a radio on that I am listening to, so I am off in my own little bubble there, when something will draw my eye. It may be someone walking by, or operating of one of the machines around me. What is interesting to me is the fact that all this goes on constantly, but it is suddenly just another movement in a sea of activity that captures my attention.
I have become fascinated with this, and what special something draws me so inexorably.
For example, while walking I am surrounded by others doing the same thing, or jogging, or running. It is just there. A bland and boring landscape. Until there is suddenly someone that catches my attention from the corner of my eye, something about the way they move that separates them and that fascinates me; that makes it difficult for me to not watch them at whatever they are doing.
And it isn’t that this is the buffest person in the room, or anything.
At the gym there is an endless stream of people at any level of fitness. I have even come to realize that fitness cannot be defined in a universal sense. It is a unique status to each individual body, and what is a fit state for one person perhaps is not even close to what another may define for themselves. There is just so much that makes us different from one another that it is unfair to compare any one body to another the way we do for, oh, a magazine or such.
I think what is so riveting by each of the different people is that they have a rhythm to their movement, and a seeming comfort within their bodies, and their use of their body. And it becomes mesmerizing.
What I am finding is that movement catches my eye as I walk. I have a radio on that I am listening to, so I am off in my own little bubble there, when something will draw my eye. It may be someone walking by, or operating of one of the machines around me. What is interesting to me is the fact that all this goes on constantly, but it is suddenly just another movement in a sea of activity that captures my attention.
I have become fascinated with this, and what special something draws me so inexorably.
For example, while walking I am surrounded by others doing the same thing, or jogging, or running. It is just there. A bland and boring landscape. Until there is suddenly someone that catches my attention from the corner of my eye, something about the way they move that separates them and that fascinates me; that makes it difficult for me to not watch them at whatever they are doing.
And it isn’t that this is the buffest person in the room, or anything.
At the gym there is an endless stream of people at any level of fitness. I have even come to realize that fitness cannot be defined in a universal sense. It is a unique status to each individual body, and what is a fit state for one person perhaps is not even close to what another may define for themselves. There is just so much that makes us different from one another that it is unfair to compare any one body to another the way we do for, oh, a magazine or such.
I think what is so riveting by each of the different people is that they have a rhythm to their movement, and a seeming comfort within their bodies, and their use of their body. And it becomes mesmerizing.