Five days a week I run up and down these stairs at Alta Plaza Park, a few blocks from my apartment. Ten times up and down then a hundred push-ups and two hundred sit-ups.
Afterward, I practice my katas under the trees at the top of the hill, looking down at the bay.
A few weeks ago I ran all the way down to the bay and found upon my arrival a tiny fitness court by the water, featuring pull-up bars, push-up bars and sit-up stations. A relic of the 1980s myself, I fit right in with this little spot of the world and have been returning several times a week since.
Today I found this video explaining the origin story of my little outdoor gym on YouTube:
497 Views! Way to go monkeybars!
I love that I can do ten whole pull-ups at a time while looking at the Golden Gate Bridge and listening to seagulls. (Since they're flying over the bay I suppose they're bagels.)
Today while skulking around on Craigslist I found an employment ad looking for fitness instructors for something called the National Fitness Campaign Marina Green Fitness Court, or as I call it now, the monster that is soon to devour my little corner of happiness.
The 1980s era monkeybar gym is scheduled to be replaced this April by a much larger, alien workout plaza that is so futuristic it has its own Facebook page, which is something I don't even have.
I will have to adapt I suppose. Or if they are just going to throw them away, do you think I could get the monkey bar gym installed in my spare room?
