Good movie. Intriguing story, great landscapes, spunky women, handsome men, exciting scenery, nice music and dancing, great knitting, clever camera work, and serious social commentary. What more could you want?

Since “I Know Where I’m Going” is an old movie, people get lots of exercise in it, naturally, by tramping and boating and fishing and dancing. No one heads off for the gym. Our modern life affords us little physical work — helping to unload the occasional truck, the weekly stroll through the farmers market, a little gardening.

So #2 daughter and I go to the gym. My husband’s work offers a family membership in a major chain for practically nothing, so that’s where we go. It is not a girly kind of place. There is a ladies’ side, actually. It isn’t labeled or anything, but that is where the aerobics machines are, and the pink and aqua thigh and ab machines, and the magazines. On the other side, the machines have names like “Hammer Strength” and are all in construction-site yellow and black. There are murals saying “Huge by Choice” and “—‘s Gym Rules the World” with cartoon-ish bodybuilders grimacing in livid colors. We can tell that this is the guys’ side.

It took us weeks to gather up the courage to go over to the men’s side of the gym and try out their equipment. Now we go all the time. The surprise is, no one cares. No one even looks at us. And, while Ozarque  is currently discussing the phenomenon of older women’s becoming invisible, so there might be nothing unusual in my being ignored there, people normally look at #2 daughter a lot. Not at the gym. We are of no interest whatsoever to the fellows on the guys’ side. We made ourselves feel like interlopers at first, but we have gotten over that.

At one point in the movie, the people are making fun of a rich man for building a swimming pool when there is the whole sea available to swim in. They have a point. There is a certain silliness in going to the gym, too, when there is plenty of manual labor to be done, and we could walk places instead of driving there. We make our lives so easy that we have to create artificial physical work for ourselves, using machines to recreate the walking and climbing and other efforts we have used machines to avoid. But hurrah for the air conditioning!