Thursday, January 23, 2014

Why the Y?

Funny, I seem to find much of my motivation for writing while walking the track at my local YMCA.  Maybe it's the people watching, or maybe its my insane need to figure people out...  It's probably a combination of all of the above.  I wish that I could discretely take notes while walking.  I am pretty sure I'd  be much more brilliant that way, rather than trying to remember my thoughts hours (and in this case, days) later. 

I find myself watching people and wondering what their story looks like.  What kind of home do they live in, what do they do for a living, what's their family life like, what are their interests... etc.  Also I find that I tend to see many of the same people over and over again which simply leads to a more in depth thought process on my end as I have had multiple days to consider it!   

For example, there's this really handsome younger man who I often see playing basketball with a kid of about 10 or so.  I think the fact that he's handsome paired with the fact that the younger kid looks nothing like him has helped me to settle on a real life story for him.  Well, and my new job/environment probably doesn't help either.  I've decided that he must be super kind and generous and volunteer as a big brother. (obviously - because he has that unassuming, clean cut & handsome look...)  The little boy he's playing basketball with must be his "little bro" and this is the one day a week that they get together to bond and shoot some hoops.  Don't worry, I know that no one is perfect.... even as I fantasize real life scenarios for complete strangers I am careful to include their flaws.  You should see his game!  ha ha  I might be able to rival his skills, and that is not saying much for him.  p.s. that is how I also decided that he wasn't some high power basketball star hired by some rich family to improve upon their kids skills.  :)      

Anyhow, on Monday of last week I was off for Martin Luther King Day and took my daughter to the Y so that I could work out and we had made plans to stay afterwards and attend a special kids program called "Bubblemania."  As I was walking the track and indulging in my usual crazy thoughts a whole bunch of different things started unfolding around me.  They divided the gym up into multiple sections setting up for different activities.  In one section they put up a gigantic obstacle course moon bounce for big kids to play in, and in another section a whole bunch of older ladies started gathering for a group exercise class. 

I have often seen and experienced things while at the Y that made me think to myself...  "Why the Y?  I'll tell you why."  Well here goes... its because during the week they bring in a "gym teacher" and bring the day care kids up one class at a time to the basketball courts to learn different sports and to let off some steam.  Because on a random Monday holiday they open their doors to the community free of charge and provide activities such as open swim, moon bounces, Zumba and even put on a show for families with a bubble expert!  It's because when my daughter leaves her princess cup at childwatch, they take the time to look us up in the system and then dial 411 to find our home number (which I am confident is not in their system) and let us know they have it in lost & found.

I am sure that if I really put my mind to it, I could come up with a dozen or more other reasons too, these are just the things that came top of mind first.  I will admit, not having grown up as a Y kid, I never really knew what the fuss was about.  I was unsure about signing my daughter up for day care at the Y at first too...  Not that I have any right to be a "snob" about it as I am lucky to afford day care at all most weeks! 

Most people speak up only when things are not going their way, but this post is my way of saying - Way to go! to my friends who work at the Y.  You've made a believer in me in just the few short years I have been involved.  Looking forward to many, many more to come. 

Enjoy the few pics I took on Martin Luther King Day of all these happenings at my YMCA. 




            







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