The Workout.

I strode into the crowded gym with a program for that particular day, starting with sit-ups on the floor, to flatten the stomach. I stood up, legs apart knees straight, to do some floor-touching exercises, left and right, swivelling, loving to feel the thigh and calf muscles stretching. I checked out some of the weights machines: the multi-press, sitting and pushing up weights then a seat at the chest press, pushing out. I did some rowing upstream then down with the weight adjustment set low. I was once a lightweight at exercise, although I never wanted to be a muscle-bound body-builder. I stepped onto the treadmill for the third scene, pushed buttons for the tell-all red numbers onscreen; the digits showed distance, minutes and seconds to run. 19: 55.I thought of Allen Ginsberg reading'Howl'at Six Gallery. 20: 00. I recalled the much-touted new millennium dawning. 20: 20. I thought of the ordinary, unknown people out there. 59: 55.'This gig has six seconds to run', I thought. - 25 September,2015.