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Squits, and accidental influence
Jun. 13th, 2014 12:12 pmSquits! What are squits? Squits are what my pistol-and-splits workout consist of… squats and splits. I said it this way by accident once and now I love it, not least because I can’t really say I’m going to do my squits and then skip the stretching part of it. :-)
So today I was doing squits, peaceably shooting the shit with one of the trainers, who was also chatting with another gym patron (a 50ish Asian man who I’d seen around quite a few times). When the conversations merged I introduced myself, and Other Gym Patron resolved into a Jason. A few sets later he shocked the crap out of me: “You’re the reason I started doing yoga.”
What?
Yeah. Apparently he’d seen ME around, doing my squits and straddles and endless chinups and whatever, decided it was possible for people to be both strong and flexible, and started doing Bikram yoga. Daily. Now he’s at 298 days in a row, looking forward to hitting 300 this weekend, is happy with his flexibility gains, and I played some Dickensian role in that, and he never once even said hi to me.
“…so, thank you,” he finished his little story. Dude, thank YOU. It’s kind of amazing that my introverted pistolly self can sometimes effect some positive change in the world, just by doing things. It’s not always necessary to go to crazy lengths like saying hi to people.
So today I was doing squits, peaceably shooting the shit with one of the trainers, who was also chatting with another gym patron (a 50ish Asian man who I’d seen around quite a few times). When the conversations merged I introduced myself, and Other Gym Patron resolved into a Jason. A few sets later he shocked the crap out of me: “You’re the reason I started doing yoga.”
What?
Yeah. Apparently he’d seen ME around, doing my squits and straddles and endless chinups and whatever, decided it was possible for people to be both strong and flexible, and started doing Bikram yoga. Daily. Now he’s at 298 days in a row, looking forward to hitting 300 this weekend, is happy with his flexibility gains, and I played some Dickensian role in that, and he never once even said hi to me.
“…so, thank you,” he finished his little story. Dude, thank YOU. It’s kind of amazing that my introverted pistolly self can sometimes effect some positive change in the world, just by doing things. It’s not always necessary to go to crazy lengths like saying hi to people.
