Two bicyclists, old friends now in their late thirties, rode side-by-side down a broad multi-use trail. They passed out of woods into farmland, with a county road parallel to them for a long stretch before the trail veered off and began to follow a nearby stream mostly obscured by trees, only occasional glimpses of water catching sunlight. It was a warm, late summer day; but pedaling into a light breeze, it cooled the sweat on their skin.
“We haven’t been out biking in a long time,” John said. “Yeah. I guess it has been a while. Time slips by,” Nick replied, “I mostly do running and weightlifting these days.” “Well, you know me,” John noted, “I’m always injuring myself. This is the second time I’ve done something to my left knee, but it feels fine right now. I think I have arthritis too. And now I’m getting a bit of pudge. I’m too young to be getting old already.”
Nick didn’t say anything. He had no major ailments nor a soft midsection, though they were the same age, their birthdays only a few days apart. He was always trying to encourage his friend to get into healthier habits, and that is why he invited him on this day’s outing.
Both of them were athletic when younger and their friendship, right from the start, had been based on doing something physical. As kids, they spent their free time in creeks and clambering up trees, when not challenging each other to stunts or performing play fights. They had both been boys boys, not macho jocks but certainly rough and tumble, typically coming home with scratches and bruises.
That might be why they’d hung out less in recent years. It wasn’t the same now that they were older. Their lives had diverged since high school graduation and, like so many others, they both got busy. But having remained in their hometown, the closeness of their friendship had never gone away, in their having known each other since the first grade in Miss Tucker’s class. They had been fast runners and some of better athletes in their school, admittedly a small school and so not much competition. They bonded as little boys do, and they went out for the the same sports together, tee ball when they first met and later on football.
Even back then, John would get hurt, not that it slowed him down much early on and he’d play through the pain, though it did catch up with him. He finally dropped out of football in the 11th grade because of back problems after a hard hit during practice. He sat on the sidelines for a few games and then stopped showing up. It didn’t seem to ever heal, as far as Nick could tell, but John didn’t talk about it. After that, he couldn’t help not notice how it affected his friend. There still was an awkward stiffness to how he held himself and how he walked.
No doubt, it’s constantly one thing or another with him, and not just injuries. John was the one, no matter what was going around, who would catch it. He was almost held back their senior year because he was out sick too many days. Looking back on it, Nick suspected it had been partly depression, but neither of them knew about such things back then, and he had been too busy with his own life, as he stayed on the football team.
His friend’s health had not improved over time, but he wasn’t any worse than some of their classmates, more than a few of them getting fatter with each class reunion and already one of their mutual friends had died. The thing is John and Nick were among the athletic kids, and so it put a crimp in their relationship when they no longer had that to share. He wanted his old friend back, the guy who would’ve gone for a jog with him out on a gravel road on a Saturday morning. Now when they did see each other, John showed up with a list of symptoms, health complaints, medical lab results, and talk of what his doctor told him at his last visit.
So, unsurprisingly, 7 miles into their ride, John began complaining about his new bike and that his handle bars needed adjusting, that leaning forward was making his neck stiff. “Let’s take a break,” Nick suggested, and John was eager to take him up on it. They coasted into a small rest area with a few benches and some precious shade. Leaning their bikes against a tree, they each pulled out water bottles to rehydrate.
“That’s refreshing,” John exclaimed. “What’ya drinking?” asked his friend. “It’s just water.” “No electrolytes?” “Nah. I already have more than enough salt in my system. I’ve been trying to cut back because of my high blood pressure.” Forever keeping up with health info, Nick began talking about taurine. “It’s a great supplement, a master nutrient. It regulates your mineral levels and other stuff. If you have too much salt or other electrolytes, it will help your body release them. And if you have too little, the body will hold onto them.”
Whenever Nick began talking about health or whatever, John’s eyes would glaze over with boredom and disinterest. It’s not that Nick didn’t notice this, but he always hoped that some of it would sink in. This was an established pattern between them. To John’s credit, he was always patient in letting his friend talk, but he genuinely didn’t care or want to know. He did what his doctor told him to do and that was good enough for him.
For the second time since they began their ride, John took out some snacks. He quickly ate a sugary granola bar and a handful of trail mix with chocolate pieces, all of it basically candy and presumably having high fructose corn syrup as an ingredient. Nick didn’t eat anything at all, as it was his habit to fast for the rest of the day after his AM eating window. He still felt satiated from the eggs and bacon he had earlier, and at this point he was surely in full ketogenic fat-burning mode. His energy was high and, at this slow pace, he could go all day. Besides, it felt better to exercise on an empty stomach, he thought.
But he had enough sympathy for his friend to not point out that all that sugar wasn’t going to help him feel better. Though they both grew up with mothers who cooked dinner every night, of balanced meals according to Midwestern standards, John differed in having adhered to the carb-loading philosophy and he’d gorge on pasta and bread the night before games. All these years later, he was still carbing up.
After sprawling on the ground for a few minutes, John finally admitted, “I’m beat. Let’s head back home. Why don’t you take the lead.” They both got back on their bikes. Enjoying the company, Nick decided to relax and take in the scenery. But tired though he was, John was still in the mood to talk. These days, they didn’t get many opportunities like this, and he had a lot on his mind. Now heading up a slight rise, they pedaled along at a slow and steady pace, so that John wouldn’t get out of breath.
He talked about some new medications he was prescribed. He was back on anxiety meds, as he had been off and on since his twenties. And recently diagnosed with ADHD, he told Nick about having had good experience with Ritalin, if still having problems with staying focused. He never did well in school because he couldn’t sit still to read or remember what he read. He explained his psychiatrist wants him to try Adderall, instead. Maybe that would do the trick, or not.
From there, John changed to seemingly random topics, whatever jumped to his mind. Work came up. His coworker got promoted, but he thought he deserved it, and he could’ve used the raise. It was a tough job and he speculated that the repetitive movements were why he kept hurting himself. And the muscle relaxants he was on, for a rotator cuff tear, made him feel weak. He might have to get surgery for it, if it didn’t heal soon. It was one thing after another. The guy was falling apart, but apparently business was doing well for his doctor.
Then he brought up his parents. Having known each other’s families nearly their entire lives, he gave Nick updates. Neither of his parents got out of the house much, he explained. John’s mother had been diabetic for as long as Nick could remember and over the years she’d grown ever more obese, while his father some years ago was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and it sounded like he was now barely walking. It was probably a decade since Nick had last seem them at the grocery store.
John said he worried about them. But he didn’t get over to see them much because his parents had Fox News on all the time. It stressed him out. “What’s the point of listening to any of it? My Dad is always sending me articles from Epoch Times or else Youtube videos, ya know Jordan Peterson and all that. And even if it wasn’t all bull shit, there is nothing any of us can do about it. I’d rather just not know what’s going on. It’s not like we’re going to solve the world’s problems.”
Their friendship having lasted almost a quarter century now, Nick had heard it all before. But he didn’t mind hearing it again, as his friend needed to get it off his chest. He let his friend rant and tried to nudge the conversation to happier thoughts. He knew how his friend was when he got worked up.
“Why don’t we just walk our bikes for a while?” Nick stated, slipping off his seat, and waiting for John to follow suit. “The countryside is so beautiful out this way, and we’re not in a hurry. Do you remember when we used to come out here as kids? There was no trail and the road wasn’t paved. But it still looks the same.” “Yeah,” John agreed, “it really is nice out here.” He took a deep breath and sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
Nicole said
that must be some movie!
Marmalade said
I watched eXistenZ again for a couple of reasons. Quentin S. Crisp mentioned it in his blog recently. Crisp thought it was the best alternative reality movie ever, but I’m not sure what he was comparing it to. After reading Crisp’s comment, I happened to be at the library where I noticed a copy and so checked it out.
I’m glad I did. I had more respect for it watching it again. Cronenberg does play with some fairly deep ideas. The first time I watched eXistenZ I thought of it as nothing but a novel SciFi action flick. I personally don’t agree with Crisp that its the best, but I disagree because I don’t feel that its directly comparable to other alternative reality movies such as The Matrix Trilogy or Dark City.
Nicole said
right, how can you really compare these movies? so, worth watching then?
Marmalade said
I doubt you’d like much that Cronenberg has made. He has made a lot of films though, and I haven’g watched most of them. I was reading the description of M. Butterfly and you might enjoy it.
Cronenberg is most famous for the movieThe Fly. That is more representative of his oeuvre. I find many of his movies fascinating, but the only one that I’ve watched repeatedly many times is Naked Lunch.
There is a couple reasons.
First, it felt a lot more polished than his earlier movies. He really was taking his favorite themes to a new level… maybe because he was using the work of another artist as the starting point.
Secondly, I’m also attracted to this movie because its a portrayal of Burroughs novel which itself is a fictional portrayal of part of his own life. Petter Weller plays the part of William Lee (Burroughs) perfectly. Both my friend and I are longtimefans of Borroughs, and so I’ve watched this movie with him numerous times.
Nicole said
it’s great you have such a friend, Marm. It enriches these experiences.
Marmalade said
I’m sure I’d be a different person if not for him. If it weren’t for our friendship, I probably wouldn’t have the interest I have in fiction.
We have this odd pattern. Often, when one of us is reading fiction, the other is reading non-fiction. As I was wanting to get back into fiction, I was telling him he needs to stop reading fiction all of the time.
Also, you can entirely blamemy friend forall of my blogging about horror. He reads horror all of the time and tells me about the stories. I wouldn’t even know about Quentin S. Crisp if it wasn’t for him.
It is rather strange to have had a close friend since childhood. Its seems rather uncommon in these days of people moving around all of the time. It also helps that neither of us is marriednorhas acareer. Life is good! lol
Nicole said
LOL!
Marmalade said
Hey Nicole – I’ve been noticing a new glitch in the system. All my recent posts show up as missing spaces between words. I can fix it by editing, but its seems an odd glitch. Have you noticed this happening to your comments?
Nicole said
No. But I have noticed extra indents. We seem to be having the opposite problems 🙂