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Humourist Soumya talks about workouts, gym, swimming and his resolve to exercise seriously, in his typical style, in the weekly column, exclusively for Different Truths.

I love workouts. I enjoy watching people sweating it out on treadmills, huffing and puffing on myriad contraptions, pumping iron, rowing on solid ground, and doing stomach crunches accompanied by grunts and groans and another painful sounding caterwauling.

I especially like it when the huffing and sweating bodies are in svelte female shape, dressed in form fitting leotards or other interesting gym wear, torturing themselves to get into dangerous shape, dangerous to the observer, that is.

I do not have to actually go through those tortures. Just watching them sends my heart racing, I get a cardio without breaking into a sweat. Adrenaline levels are hiked, the pulse quickens, and breathing gets deeper, all without punishing my muscles. I feel quite refreshed after this workout. And I stay in shape. Round is a shape.

There must be many like me, for most gyms have glass fronts, and you can enjoy the spectacle without having to become a member. Gym-ing is a spectator sport.

The exercise I enjoy is swimming. There is no sweat, no chance of getting hurt does not require too much effort, is cooling for the body, and whenever tired you can float on your back and watch the sky.

Our friendly neighbourhood sports complex has the typical glass fronted gym with the treadmills facing the window and one can view the spot running damsels like fish in an aquarium. Immediately in front is the swimming pool.

I would happily walk down to the changing room getting warmed up by this vicarious exercise, then walk back to the pool in my trunks, quite oblivious of the fact that while you can look into the aquarium, the fish can look out too.

There was a full-length mirror in the changing room, which I always managed to avoid looking at, as I am not enamoured by my own looks, nor did I relish seeing unclad or semi clad men hanging around. But one day I caught a glimpse of a weird image in the mirror and froze. It looked like a captive balloon with a coloured strip in the middle, topped by a familiar face; one that I saw every morning while shaving.

I realised that the comical stranger looking back at me was yours truly, and also that this was the spectacle that was displayed to the insanely fit damsels on the treadmills.

We, or at least I, rarely look at myself in the mirror. You see bits and pieces while shaving, combing the hair or tying the tie, but never the full picture and definitely never ever full monty. It was a ghastly spectacle.

I somehow dashed past the glass window and slipped into the water, convinced that once immersed, I am invisible. But that fig leaf did not last long either. On the way back to the showers, I kept my face firmly averted from the gym, as a result looking at the pool. To my dismay, in the clear water, not only were the swimmers clearly visible but were magnified. Thus, the captive balloon would have looked like a drowning blimp.

I have invested in a bathrobe, and am contemplating doing more in the gym than mere watching.

©Soumya Mukherjee

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