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June x 2

The PhD Student vs. The Backpacker
 

At the gym.

So this morning I went to the gym, just like my song said I would. And I had the stupidest accident of all gym accidents: The Classic Slip On The Treadmill where I slipped, crashed on the runway and got thrown back like a rag doll. You know that one.

What happened was, I thought I had finally figured out a way to combat gym boredom - I'd listen to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy audiobooks! So that was what I did. And of course the inevitable happened. I was chuckling at some jokes (really, Douglas Adams can be very funny) when I lost my footing and performed a perfect rendition of The Classic Slip On The Treadmill.

I sat on the floor with a hurt left knee and a scraped right shin, waiting to catch my breath and to get the green light from my legs that they were ready to support my weight again. The treadmill was still running. And you know what happened?

Nothing. Nothing happened. There was 10-15 people in the gym, and they acted like nothing had happened. For the 30 seconds that I sat there, panting and massaging my knee, nobody came up to me to ask if I was okay, or if I needed help. They continued running, lifting weights, admiring themselves in the mirror, etc. It was like I was invisible, and the racket that I made slamming my body weight on the machine and then the ground was in a vacuum and therefore silent.

30 seconds later, I picked myself up, put myself on the treadmill again, and ran another 10 minutes in defiance to the mass apathy of my gymming counterparts.

I am regretting that 10 minutes now. My knee hurts and I have to hobble around. Hopefully it will be alright after some rest. But seriously, people? What does it take to just stop what you're doing for 10 seconds, walk up to a person who looks like she's hurt, and see if she's alright? I mean, I would do it without a thought.

Or maybe I'm just more invisible than I thought I was.

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At 5:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are not invisible jun-e.

Singapore is regrettably an individualistic society. I'm sure some people wanted to help you but didn't know if it was appropriate to approach you.

I once saw an old man collapse and and at least two people rushed to see if he was ok.

Not all Singaporeans are altruistic but there are small pockets of hope. :)

Btw it's nice that you're hitting the gym.

Go Jun-E!!    



At 5:31 PM, Blogger Chindiana said...

just saw this. Hope you're back to 100% Jun-E.

I am willing to bet if one person had made a move you would prob have a few more attending to you. blame it on the current sheep mentality.    



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