Dancing on the treadmills

| October 16, 2013

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Jack Kerouac, he was on the road, Physically and mentally…never settled,never stayed…for those who seek, there is always a road and staying is stagnation, staying is conformity. his pathology was his salvation and we re so much richer because of him……Look him up, he is groovy!

-Back to my adventures….as you know I did become a train commuter and was getting used to all that came with it. Of course it did not last , a power outage somewhere in Westchester and I had to come up with a new mode of commuting. The first day it took me Three hours to get to TC by car. and I missed half of one of my favorite Classes(a taboo) with Dr Hoerman.

So what was the solution for me to get to the class on time and avoid the city’ eager fingers in my pocket (parking tickets). The solution; the next day I got up at 3;30 am, took a shower and left the house. It was dark outside and I love Dancing In The Dark, but not driving in it. I made it to the city by 6; am, happy to report no traffic. Parked my car right across the TC main entrance and walked in.

I can not function without my morning exercise. I thought a brisk walk will do me good. So I walked toward the main Campus up Amsterdam Ave. the Campus looked beautiful , I took pictures and text them to my kids with a message.–FIND YOUR WY HERE. Then i walked around and found the way back through the side of the campus and to my delight there it was, A Gym…I kneeled to my knees,and thanked the Lord. Then I went down and got some information and headed back. I found a cop on the street and asked him about the Parking rituals and he explained the whole thing. There was a way to avoid tickets, now I had a plan. I always carry my exercise gear with me.so I took my Gym bag and headed back.

Part of my narcissism is that I think that I can always improve anything. I do not like to follow, I like to lead. When it comes to exercise…through out the years I have come up with new movements that allow me to listen to my music and dance on my elliptical machine. You might think that is not possible but it is. You find your balance, your music and then you DANCE. And i am happy to report that my inginuity has effected many of my Gym mates.

To my horror, I found that my new Gym had limitted numbers of elliptical machines and they were also reserved. I had to find the way to Dance…A morning without dancing is sacrilegious. I like the quote by Ron White the Comedian “when life gives you Lemmon, find some Grey Goose Vodka , some Ice and have a party.”

I found myself a treadmill and started walking…..I was board…so I decided to see if I could dance on the treadmill…..most journeys starts with a first step, however when you dance its your hips that lead. With some help from my favorite Gypsys ( Gypsy King)..I started t shake my booty and a step to the right , one to the left, a step back and then front and YES…I was dancing on the treadmill.

Dr Miller asked me to read a poem in the class…I was thrilled, thats another part of my narcissism ,Public reading ; It is such an exciting, scary, thrill and I love showing off my oratory skills. So I started listening to Richard Burton readings, Shakespeare, Long fellow, hoping some of it sips in. I did read my Poem, Purge; which I call it “the existentialist angst of a bright star falling”. It was a trip, and my audiance was generous and kind. Dr Miller introduced us also to Dr Zander and his documentary , Playing on one buttock, look it up and watch it …see how life can be celebrated, how generosity can make others flourish….how the joy of life should be expressed, as Uncle Walt (Walt Whitman) says;

“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.” find your barbaric YAWP, and celebrate it from the roof tops. Let your town, city, state, country, the earth nd the universe know that YOU are here.

There’s over six billions of us….show yourself. Sing , Dance, laugh, smile, love, and when you thought you are doing it, try harder. Life is not a rehearsal and the history is not kind to the coy and the timid. I also have a quote for you ladies out there…it is a bit loaded but I hope you get the jet of it.”Be a kind of woman that when you put your feet on the floor in the morning , The devil woud say “Sh… she is up”, go celebrate yourself. and if you wanted to see me dancing on the tread mill show up at the Gym 6:30 am , even better, take the next treadmill and dance with me.

-All human beings are also dream beings.

Dreaming ties all mankind together.

Jack Kerouac

Namaste, live long and prosper…and make sure you get to know DR Zander and his documentary Playing on one buttock…….