Another Town, Another Gym. Poem by Michael Walker
Another Town, Another Gym.
As I hurry upstairs I hear clinking, clunking sounds
on the left: mostly weights being put down
by men doing the clean and jerk and bench presses.
In the room on the right are the cardio machines
which beckon me. This is a rowing city, with a river,
so I start on the single sculls machine,
which records distance rowed on a screen
and the number of calories burned per hour.
I then head for the exercycle and level pedalling,
then up an incline, which is harder on me
but it is where I burn more calories.
I finish the hour on the treadmill,
where my heart rate gets up to 200 a minute.
The red screen numbers tell me all I need to know.
At the end of the workout I discover my true self
which I cannot find anywhere else.
- 7,8 June 2020.
The other gyms which I used to go to are in West Auckland, notably Physical, where I had, for once a personal trainer, and achieved significant weight loss.
So nice to recount the facilities of gym available in different towns and your personal preferences and exercise or fitness schedule. It is notable that you give so much importance to remain physically in top shape and mentally alert. Thanks very much, Michael, for sharing this write.
A true-to-life -poem, which is ongoing at the gym. In a sense, this sort of poem, based directly on personal experience, is the easiest to write.All of Frank O'Hara's poems were based on his own life.
At the moment, I am committed to a cardio machine programme at City Gym. I like it very much.
At the end of the workout I feel my true self inside and out, which I do get in any other activity anywhere else in town..... outstanding conceptualization. Beautifully executed. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:32:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I had to revise this poem today, and shorten it.