Bizarre Behaviour At the Gym - Part 1

I pulled my bike up next to the bike rack situated in front of the entrance to the 24 Hour Fitness gym (otherwise known as the McDonald's of gyms) at the Potrero Center in San Francisco. After securing the bike with two locks—I lost a previous bike to thieves at the same spot about three years ago—I started to make my way past the disabled parking spaces. Like most disabled spots, they're marked with the typical blue wheelchair logo right next to the door to the gym.

A minivan edged into one of the two disabled spaces. The blue wheelchair placard dangled from the stem of the rear vision mirror. Out bounded a spry, middle-aged woman of squat dimensions. She grabbed her gym bag from the rear of the van, slammed the tailgate with a loud bang and made her way inside.

Weird, I thought, that a "disabled" woman should be firstly, acting with such vim and vigour, and secondly, going into a gym. Sure, there's probably much, much more to her story than I can glean from a few seconds of observation in a dimly lit underground parking structure, but it struck me as kind of ironic that a person so in need of the conveniently located disabled space should be using it to go to the gym. Sure, disabled people can workout too; that's why there's this thing called the Paralympics, but this woman didn't even seem mildly hobbled. There wasn't even the slightest hint of a limp, gammy hip or twisted elbow. She just slung that bag over her shoulder and waddled her plump, but not obese—lest she be branded genuinely disabled—frame inside for a brisk workout.

Fifteen minutes later I saw her working up a decent sheen of lady-sweat astride the stationary bikes as she made her way through a circuit workout.