We live in America, the land of excess, the land of waste.
Nothing provides greater evidence of this extreme lifestyle of wanton
superfluity than the gym.
We have so much caloric energy in the United States (or even
most of the world) that we are willing and able to waste it by performing
pointless and repetitive tasks in an air-conditioned box. People run for miles
on treadmills and go absolutely nowhere. They end up burning hundreds of
calories an hour and all they’ve really done was read the lips of whatever CNN
panel show was being played on the big screen.
Sometimes when I go out for a run, I pass a homeless person.
The men and women sit on the sidewalk in tattered clothes trying their hardest
to conserve energy. They don’t know when their next meal will be or how big or
small it could be. They sit like withering flowers in the Washington heat as I
whir[1]
past.
Sure, there are tremendous health benefits to exercise, and
not everyone goes to the gym just to burn calories.[2]
But it is a bit like leaving a window open while the heater runs in the dead of
winter because you’re getting too hot. We’ve got all this extra energy, so we’re
just going to burn it off and let it dissipate uselessly into the ether.
Of course there really isn’t a better way of dealing with
this. We can’t all be obese. There just aren’t enough of those Hoveround
mobility scooters.
But it’s still weird, isn’t it? We have created meccas to
consuming calories, calories that we don’t need, that our bodies can’t really
use. And right next door, in the same strip mall, we’ve got shiny buildings
filled with equipment meant to just burn all of those calories right away. It’s
a socially acceptable bulimia.
Still, make sure to get at least 60 minutes of exercise a
day.
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