Feebeeglee suggested dishcloths for a zombie project, and sure enough I do have a couple of balls of Sugar’n’Cream hanging around, and I also need a couple more dishcloths. What’s more, when I tracked down the cotton, I found with it a nearly complete skein of the yarn I used for my DNA scarf and beret — enough to make a matching pair of mittens. These zombie projects should see me through Erin perfectly.

Leonidas says that a non-chatting gym is calming, and he is right. When you are working out, you can focus entirely on physical sensations, and that is very calming. Even on the treadmill, where chatting can be fun, I like catching up on my magazine reading. Also, the person next to me at my gym is probably a 24-year-old guy with a cap and tattoos, and you know I am not going to strike up a conversation with him about his lats.

But while I don’t want to talk while working out, I find that I would like to talk about working out. Unfortunately, working out is One Of Those Topics. Most people are no more interested in discussing the difference between triceps kickbacks and bent-over lat rows than they are in discussing mattress stitch versus backstitch.

This is understandable. While everyone should be able to discuss ideas, current events, and the arts, talking about a particular hobby can be difficult if you do not take part in it. I once worked with a group of people whose conversations were generally limited to shopping and TV. These are the two most popular hobbies in the U.S., but I do not happen to share them. So there they would be, talking completely over my head. I remember one occasion in particular when the discussion began with “Did you watch the practice last night?” In my experience, a practice is either music or sports. I weighed the possibilities and asked “Soccer?” Apparently, “The Practice” is a TV show. They behaved as though I were from Mars.

But I digress.

I have found that the knitting blogs are a great place to talk about mattress stitch vs. backstitch, so I thought I would find a fitness blog. Just as the knitting blogs allow us to participate in a community of knitters without concern for geography, I reasoned, there must be fitness blogs that do the same thing. There must be people out there being deeply amusing about their adventures with elliptical trainers, swapping hints on free weight techniques, and sharing terrific vegetable recipes.

No, actually. So far, most of the supposed fitness blogs I have encountered have fallen into one of two categories. Some of them are not blogs at all, but ads disguised as blogs. Others are diet diaries, and last for about two weeks, which must also have been the length of the diet. This could well be an effect of my technical ineptitude, though. If you know better, point me in the right direction, please.

I tried a xanga search, and found one that mentioned fitness. It seemed to be written by a teen with little nutritional knowledge and an unfortunate self-image. Being a mom, I left her a bit of motherly advice. Then I visited her blogrings, thinking that I would find some gym rat with an interesting writing style. Nope. It turns out that I had stumbled onto the xanga anorexia webring. These are some very miserable little girls. So if you are able to enjoy the healthy body you were born with, be sure to take a moment of gratitude for that fact, on your way to the gym — or the ice cream parlor, for that matter.

And if you have thoughts on those tricep kickbacks, let me know. I’m interested.