Sunday, April 27, 2008

At the gym, Buddhism

So I'm at the gym working on my gamma deltas and my dingbats and I have a confession to make: I read embarrassing self-help books. It's why I'm so wildly successful at all my endeavors, especially my endeavoring to procrastinate and be reclusive. I bring this up because last time I was at the gym with my embarrassing book, ipod, blackberry, pack of smokes, cooler of bacardi breezers, small bbq and outboard motor in case I came across a boat and body of water, I had to tear out of there to do red eye at the last minute (may I applaud myself for getting home, dressed, reading the stories and getting out the door in about forty two minutes? Okay then) So today I was getting ready to go back to the gym and suddenly a panic shot through me when I thought I may have left When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times by Pema Chodron at the gym. Thank god I didn't really. Or thank Buddha, because this book is buddhist although I am not. Now pema looks like a man with a very round skull, but she's really a woman with a bad haircut. I didn't realize this until she talked about how she felt when she discovered her husband was cheating on her with a box of hair extensions named jenny. I know what I'll do, she thought. I'll get a bad haircut! And so she did, and now she's a famous author. What was I saying? I forget, but I'm not going to try to hang on to that thought, or even my mind, I'm just going to touch and release it, as I would a small child's hand in traffic, because that is the buddhist way.

Now you may have found that joke in poor taste but I can't control that and I have the wisdom to know the difference as well as the serenity to take a nap. Naps, actually. Not now though, right now I'm pedaling as fast as I can divided by about thirteen. I'm pedaling at a thirteenth of my ability because it's not a race it's a journey. It's not a sprint it's a marathon? Keep it simple stupid? Day at a time? Uh oh, I'm trapped in a downward slogan spiral! Shall I talk about kids again?

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