An Exercise in Patience

Working Trigger, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

It’s important to me that the Norwegian Artist stay in good shape.

That’s why, when I head to the studio to exercise with a DVD in the upstairs TV room, I kick the man out.

So he can garden. Or chop wood. Or muck out the goat pen. Or bring the garbage can in from the curb.

I really don’t care, as long as he is out of the building, unable to

A) Hear me flailing about upstairs

B) Comment about the sounds I make flailing about upstairs

C) Hear the dialogue from the musclebound Australian encouraging me to flail about gracefully


D) Imitate the Australian.

Option D is why he is barred from the premises in the first place. I think it started with Denise Austin, breathlessly murmuring,

“Your spine is your lifeline. Keep it healthy. Keep it supple. Keep it strong.”

“Healthy. Supple. Strong,” the voice downstairs was deeper, intrusive, six vertical feet away.

A Hawaiian Hula Aerobics DVD, filmed on location with three dangerously buff hip-rotating Island Chicks, drew echoes as the wind wailing through the treetops attracted the Norwegian’s attention along with a moaning spirit of the islands’ past:

“Woo-oooooooh ah wah-ahhhhhh — Lunge once, ooooooh, twice, ahhhhhh  — Stretch — Reach — woo-ah-oh-ooh-ah.”

Bay Glow, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

That’s it. He’s out.

“But I’m not making fun of you,” the Norwegian Artist protested. “Just the DVD.”


My latest flailing exercise features the buff Australian — the cover shows a perky brunette sweetheart in a skimpy halter top and bouncey doo, but the DVD itself features a male Adonis of gigantic proportions, barely contained in a ripped and rippled muscle shirt.

He is surrounded by a series of the most bored exercisers that I have ever seen — sedentary office workers, tired moms of numerous progeny, a silver-haired female fox who DOES NOT SMILE, and a token chubby little male.

“This is fun!” the Australian squeaks.


does a man of those impressive dimensions


“Aren’t we having fun guys?”

Nobody answers; nobody smiles; I think the Australian went to the paper supply office next door and rounded up a temporary crew with promises of baked pita chips and green tea soda after the ordeal.

And I don’t think all those girls like being called guys.

While the Australian’s exercise environment is an airy, open gym, my own space, the upstairs of the studio, directly above the absent Norwegian’s easel, is not a true second floor, as the roof line angles down toward the ground the closer one gets to the TV screen.

For me, this means that, when the Australian encourages me to “Walk forward four steps and hop hop hop!” I whack my head, three times, against the ceiling.

Just so you know, I don’t do this every time I use the DVD, having learned after the first two whacks, but it does mean that I adjust how I follow directions, forcing myself to fit around the ceiling thing. It’s absolutely impossible to wave my hands over my head, much less jump as a do it, regardless of how much the Australian coaxes.

Behind me is a sofa, beneath my feet are chip remnants and dried orange rinds flung indiscriminately about the floor and painful to bare feet. Interestingly, no human being threw this garbage down there, at least, no human being in the household admits to doing so. Why does this continue to surprise me?


It’s the Son and Heir.


“There’s no reason to get all huffy,” the disembodied voice moans.



You know, it’s a lot of work getting exercise.

Serenity, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

About This Woman Writes

Carolyn Henderson is the marketing manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art. She writes about life, art, and the art of life.
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3 Responses to An Exercise in Patience

  1. Sherri says:

    We just moved from a tiny cramped house into the “home of our dreams”…. one where the DH, the 16yr old male and I ALL have our own bathrooms. Joy!!
    Also, and extra room for a “giggle” studio!!!!! OMG!!

    So, DH and I decide to create an office space in the one remaining room. But that means I now have to
    1) Listen to his eclectic music (no rock’n’roll!!)
    2) Listen to his conference calls
    3) keep relatively quiet while he’s ON his conference calls
    4) definitely NO exercise DVD’s allowed in the office.

    So, after a weekend of re-arranging, now my studio is now ALSO my office. No one allowed. And I can have Eagles, CSNY, and the Beatles blast as loud as I want. 😀
    Life is good.

  2. Howdy MAP,

    Sorry I haven’t been around in forever. I’ve been busy, busy, busy. Working on making time for my own blog right now.

    The wife and I are working out on the road now, not sure if I’ve mentioned that before, at any rate we are on the road again, which leaves little to no time for exercise. I applaud your efforts, and your writing as always. Keep fighting the good fight, even if it doesn’t feel all that good in the moment. It’s a worthy goal none the less. 😀

    On a lighter note, if you have time, perhaps you could stop by for a quick 10 question survey that only takes a few minutes, is fun/painless, the deadline is 06/04/2011 and will help me with a future post I’m working on; please and thank you. 😉

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