Goines On: Exercise

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Goines reached out to his friend Zen, who had been awfully quiet for days. Was Zen okay? Had Goines offended Zen by telling him, after Zen had professed no interest in a project that meant a lot to Goines, that Zen seemed to be more of a taker than a giver?
    Zen made an effort to put Goines at ease by relenting to write that he had done an hour of spin class that day before playing two hours of competitive tennis, during which his team won one of the two sets, and it had been “good emotionally.” The wording seemed to imply that “it” was the winning – or maybe the socializing – that was the main thing, not the physical exercise, but Goines wasn’t sure. “Spin class” sounded like socializing too. Curious, Goines looked it up. He had been thinking that spinning involved whirling like a dervish to get high, but Wikipedia said it was riding a stationary bicycle. Mrs. Goines “spun” on her stationary Schwinn in the garage, but she had never referred to it as “spinning.”

Goines On: Pregnant with possibility

By Moristotle

[Author’s Note: Allusions in this vignette to other Goines vignettes are not acknowledged. My intention is that the vignettes, artfully collected and arranged, might someday be published as a book, a sort of “portrait in a thousand strokes.”]

The sky ahead of Goines was vast and cloudless as he merged onto the freeway to go to an ophthalmology appointment. He felt strong, he felt good, enjoying the sky, the feeling. He felt as though there were many possibilities for him out there in that expanse of world and time, and though he knew he wouldn’t, he wanted to live forever.