So cocoa and stews and cozy… and the treadmill. There are people who love a brisk run or bike ride in the cold rain, but... I am not one of them. Years ago, I suited up to go on a bike ride in the cold rain, and realized, as I pedaled along, that I had enough thick neoprene on me that if I wanted to go for a little scuba in Puget Sound (which is always in the hypothermia-inducing 40s and 50s), I just needed a mask, air and a hood. The fact that I also needed a blinking tail-light and a headlight while I biked so that cars could see me, at two in the afternoon, was enough to persuade me to pony up for a gym membership during the winter, instead of continuing to spend money on neoprene and reflective gear.
And so, with the turn of the weather, to the treadmill I go, now accompanied by the iPod that Stumpy gave me last year.
The remake of The Birdcage, with Robin Williams, is old enough itself that many people (okay, young people) may not remember it. However, I always, always think of it as I turn on the treadmill at the gym and kick up the cheesy music playlists on my iPod (musical taste and the treadmill just don’t go together). In the Birdcage, Robin Williams gives some choreographing advice to a gum-snapping young lunk. He dances it out, as he does it:
“Or Twyla! Twyla, Twyla! Or Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd! Madonna, Madonna, Madonna! … But you keep it all inside.”
The last bit is advice that I try to keep in mind on the treadmill. Just keep it all inside, lady, I think (as I resist sticking my arms in the air and flopping my head around to the music). Or instead of a workout, you’ll be talking to people in white coats who use soothing voices.