Sometimes I’ll say the only thing I got out of grad school was 15 pounds of fat and now I’ve even lost that. Mackenzie is lacking a lot of things…but good fitness facilities isn’t one of them.
The bizarre thing about people and their new year fitness resolutions is the proportionality between the appearance new gymbeciles and the disappearance of the regular gym-ninjas. The familiar late-morning, early-afternoon faces have all but disappeared into the expansive and at times, truly frightening metropolis of Mackenzie, BC.
The downside of all of this shakeup is having to explain oneself once again to the often asked, but rather intrusive small-town habitual query of “oh, I’ve never seen you here before, are you new in town? It must be cold here for you. I bet you don’t have snow like this where you are from, eh?” I also get this line almost every time I go for a haircut. Guaranteed. Without fail.
When presented with the above I generally can take three routes. The first choice is to outright lie and say that “Yes, I am new and the weather is quite something. We sure don’t receive snow like this in Toronto”. This response has the added bonus of catering to local desires to be compared positively relative to larger, more important places, especially to Eastern Canadian locations or Vancouver. It also recognizes and respects the local universal badge of honour that every locale is wetter, colder or hotter than any other and that new arrivals couldn’t possibly understand the kind of character it takes to live and work in these brutal conditions.
My second option is to deploy a smug response. “Actually, I was born here, lived eighteen solid years followed by intermittent residency over the past eleven.”
Problem with options one and two is they always inevitably lead to inconsequential gym small talk revolving around knowing so-and-so, the state the mills and which one is “hiring”.
I am fairly consistent in my use of option three. iPod ignorance.