My locker

My locker

I’ve had my locker at Gleason’s Gym for several years.  I used to schlep my stuff to the gym on a daily basis and then hope that one of the loaner “day” lockers was free.   In those instances even if I found a locker, more times than not, I’d forget to bring a lock or forget something at home, say my shoes or gloves or handwraps.  The solution of course, was to make the commitment to get a locker.

At Gleason’s as at other gyms, locker space is pretty dear.  Once I’d signed up to get one, it took several months before I actually got the call to telling me that I’d been assigned one.  Those months were a time of anticipation and frankly, outright jealousy as I’d ogle the lockers of my gym mates overflowing with gear, towels and deodorant.   When I finally did get the call, I was elated — and well, anxious.

What would I put in my locker?  Would it be big enough?  Should I purchase an extra shelf as I’d seen in other lockers?  Would I have enough places to hang things?  Oh, and the lock?  What type?  Would I remember the combination?

Coming into the gym my first day after getting “the call” I felt triumphant.  I had a locker with my last name prominently pasted to the outside of the locker door.  Opening it up, I felt a rush of excitement, never mind that it was exactly like the loaner lockers I’d been using all along, it was my locker, for my stuff; a little part of the world with my name on it that stored my special things.

After several visits to the gym, my locker began to take on the character of all the others I’d seen — overflowing with gear, and hard to close on cold days what with my winter boots and huge down coat.  Still it was mine, and if missed going to the gym for long stretches of time, my gear remained safely tucked in and at the ready for me.

This weekend I cleaned out my locker in anticipation of the area being bombed to kill goodness knows what kind of insects.  One of the last to get to the gym on Saturday afternoon, I felt wistful seeing the locker room so empty.  The treat was being reunited with stuff I’d long since tucked away inside bags or other crevices.  Who knew that I had my own speed bag??  This after just having put one on my Christmas list!  I was also reunited with my favorite pair of socks which I’d assumed had long since gone to sock heaven, not to mention mouth pieces, head gear, my daughter’s gear from when she was 8 years old and used to train a lot, and even my yoga mat.

Hauling my big laundry bag of stuff home, I of course resolved to keep my locker neater as I worked out where to purchase a large mesh bag to store gear so I’d actually *know* what was in there.  Mostly though, I was able to think through individual moments at the gym and came up the big hill on Washington Street with a smile.

4 thoughts on “My locker

  1. Margaret Reyes Dempsey

    This made me smile. My son started middle school in September and had his very own locker for the first time. We went through the same thought process and planning in preparation for the summer day when they allowed us into the school to clean the lockers and have the kids practice with their combination locks. My son was content with a clean space to put his books and coat. The classmate to his right had other ideas. As we scrubbed the old metal clean, she decorated for hours–shelves, little cutesy hanging things, stickers…even a disco ball. When she was finished, one of the other parents asked her mother how she was going to fit her bulky winter coat in there when winter arrived. “Oh yeah. Didn’t think of that.” 🙂 We went back recently for parent-teacher conferences and the side of the locker that is shared with this student has caved in to my son’s locker. If Monty Hall showed up for a middle school version of Let’s Make a Deal, I have no doubt this kid could find whatever Monty requested in that locker.

    Okay, so I liked this blog…except for the part about the insects. I can only hope bugs don’t boogie.

  2. girlboxing Post author

    Thanks for your thoughts! As usual! I find the locker thing is really interesting. My daughter had her first locker at school last year. What we couldn’t understand was why she kept schlepping everything back and forth everyday until we figured out that she didn’t know how to open her lock! It then took us a while to convince her to ask her gym teacher to help her out. All in all it took her months to confidently use it!

    As for the bugs … I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to know 😉

  3. 11world

    TO: The best boxer in the world,

    haha, thanks alot mom. Anyway i love your post and btw my gloves dont fit me anymore.

    Your Daughter

    P.S. I LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!!!!! :):):):):)


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