SMS mall, probably THE hang out spot in the area. It’s kind of cosy, especially at night with its arcade of restos lining up with a centre stage, where live music with various band genres alternatively performing each night. My gym is one of the arcade residents. I have been upgrading my patronage activities of the mall, from shopper to sweater, literally means to sweat. The membership is expensive, but since my recent one month paid-leave from work resulted in a 5 Kgs gained in weight, I have made a very wise decision in paying for membership in this fancy sweat factory.
“Have a nice exercise, M’am.” Smile the guy at the front desk, returning my gym card after tweeting it at the scan machine.
“Thanks,” taking my card from him while can’t help but mumbling inside my head, scaling up the steps leading to the second floor, don’t think there would be a nice exercise, my good man, me and labouring on sport is just not really a good match. I can be as strong as an Ox but to turn exercising as a pleasuring activity would be too much to ask of oneself. Waving and smiling to my PT, there he is standing there waiting, yeah yeah I know, nodding and smiling again, 15 minutes warm-up on the treadmill, yeah yeah, hold on, I’m heading to the locker now.
45 minutes cardio on this damn machine – Just finished the weight training with my PT and now he is putting me back on this thread-wonder-mill which digitally display how far that I fast walk and how much calorie that I burn while doing so. The only feature that I like about it, is when the screen flash and says “Cooling down” ahh… what a bliss phrase.
Speed 5.5, inclination 5 – standard, fast enough for me to jerk healthy sweat and slow enough to wiggle my butt and work those tights, tummy and waist line in more or less comfortable in sync rhythm way. Noval, the PT is still standing next to the machine and making small talks to me, I guess, he is being nice and probably checking to see whether I might faint on the mill. Shooting him back with friendly reply, trying to ensure him that I am completely fine and he is safe to leave me alone now. Good, he is saying his goodbye and thanks and start to walk away. Now, there just me, the mill and my vivid imagination.
40 minutes and counting down – Warning – the small placard read with a list of small print that I have never recall what is written no matter how many times I read it. Anyway, I keep walking fast, alternating my view from the mill’s screen, TV screen, and big glass window in front of me giving me the full view of the traffic and building outside. Warning the sign still read the same, slowly, I drift, my imagination taking over, alleviate from my subconscious and running my conscious thought, the big glass window becomes my canvas – flashing one image after another, alternating story lines one after another.
Look, I am a big chubby hamster running laboriously on her giant wheel, round and round I go, wiggling butt here and there, huff and puff, uh ah uh ah turn the wheel, turn the wheel, uh ah uh ah. 38 minutes and 46 seconds counting down, flash of reality, then next scene is playing in my head displaying vividly on the glass pane. Look, look, a potato with wing is flying closer, fluttering his wing and swaying from side to side, he hovers and slowly taking a human form, my KiwiStag01. Smiling his big smile, showing a small middle gap on a row of big front teeth, his beard is untrimmed as always, grinning happily, he says, “Good work! Not enjoying the work out babe? Fair enough but yeah, it is good for you.” Grinning away, while the background change and now he is scratching his back against the door frame of his cramp apartment, I used to live there with him, sharing his space, sharing his daily routine life, being a part of a couple, probably in love with each other or probably not, and yet, sharing a life together. The image slowly changed back, the traffic and building outside reemerge, glance down at my mobile phone next to the mill’s screen, a pang in my heart string, this phone hardly ever rings or ping a text, delivering a loving message from afar, just to find out how I am doing, just to let me know I was thought about at that very moment. Ah well, he is busy, don’t be too demanding, he can’t text, it is not fine with his work partner that he waste money sending text messages, unless emergency and letting me know that he is thinking of me, is surely can’t be classified as one of those emergencies.
37 minutes 10 seconds and counting down – that’s remind me I have to book my plane ticket for the last field trip to Sumatera, oh boy, am I glad this will be the last trip for me. I am walking as fast as I can, uh ah uh ah uh ah, the hamster image flashes back for a split second, I am sweating profusely, my legs start feeling the heavy pull of the muscles, uh ah uh ah, yes, yes, I am walking as fast as I can, walking and cross the legs with each step, back straight, chin up, lock tummy, uh ah uh ah uh ah, move with the music. Crap! What kind of music that they are playing on the speaker! Now, just concentrate on the beat, yes, that’s it, uh ah uh ah uh ah.