Exercise?
So I’m leaving my trailer after work in the dead of winter, it’s 5pm but dark out and a light snow is falling, when I see a manager from another department who I get along well with. He replaced a rather mercurial woman who was on maternity leave. I hope they find a permanent role for him upon her return. I go over and say hi and we chat amicably for a few minutes.
He gets in his car and I continue on my way.
Nearing the other end of the site, the equivalent of 2 city blocks later, I see a car parking in front of me. Out steps the fellow I was just talking to carrying a gym bag. I make fun of seeing him again and he comments how he never sees me in the gym at work.
“I don’t have a key” I say.
“You should get one,” he says “you should get some exercise man. It’s hard to stay fit working a desk job”
I look back on the two blocks I’ve walked, the first of many on my way home, my footprints in the light snow crossing his tire tracks.
“Oddly enough, I manage” I say.
