Dear Abdominal Muscles 24 Hours From Now,
I’m sorry.
Love, Alison
I just watched The Parking Lot Movie, a documentary about parking lot attendants, while continuously hula hooping, without stopping or dropping it.
It’s an hour and eleven minutes.
Although this movie premiered at SXSW and aired on PBS, I thought it could’ve been a lot more. But maybe a 33-yr old girl wearing herself down standing and gyrating for an hour in her living room is not their intended or best audience. The best part of the film was the last 5 minutes, when we learn what the attendants are doing now as they give tidbits about life, art, philosophy, cars and the parking lot.
And I say this even though I cried out, “MY GOD PLEASE END” during these moments.
Things I’d have done differently, in retrospect.
1. I would’ve changed out of the jeans, turtleneck, socks and woolen clogs (purchased for me in Brass Plum at Nordstrom by my mother in 1997) before embarking on a 71-minute body-moving program. It was very spur-of-the-moment.
2. I may have put a clock or timer nearby to gauge how much time I’d completed and had left. But I’m not sure if that would’ve just made it harder.
3. I also probably would’ve turned a light on in my apartment, anticipating the sun setting during this period.
And not to sound like a masochist, but there was a moment when the pain of it all just made me smile. I wonder how long I could’ve kept that up.
