I was doing the NY Times 7 minute exercise program. It’s 7 minutes of not very intense exercise (unless you push yourself, and I suppose I do).
My mother was sitting on my couch watching me.
She’d make a remark occasionally. First that I could be her personal trainer. She’d ask what the exercises were (either two or three times). I’d tell her, she’d comment that they were a good program because they weren’t very hard. Anyone could do them (this is of course true — for certain values of anyone).
Yes, she said I could be her personal trainer. I moved well, she said. I had real control of my body.
Yes. I do. I’ve been studying martial arts for thirty years. I’m ludicrously strong. I’m coordinated. I run twenty to twenty five miles a week.
And now she realizes I’m serious.
I watched the realization hit, and then pass.