You can join a yoga class on the Great Lawn, do some push-ups on a bridge and sit-ups by Bethesda Fountain, its pretty angel keeping time.
It’s a spare gym without lockers, your hoodie hooked round your waist…an ID slipped inside a sock since less is more as you stretch and bend, trot and sprint while squirrels serve as trainers.
Who needs a TV hooked to the ceiling when there’s so much to see. Just this morning I met a mutt named Otis and a Beagle called Nell, both clearly on the gym’s hospitality committee.
Of course there was that couple bickering on a bench, but then another twosome tooled by holding hands, representing the flip side of a fulfilling fitness partnership.
Snackbars are everywhere with smoothies to hot dogs, ice cream and pretzels as big as your head. If you need a break, you can eat in a row boat while your beloved works his lats, manning those oars as you lovingly feed him.
And what I enjoy most is Nature’s playlist looping birdsong like a Beethoven Sonata, showering you in peace as you head home to start your day.
Yes, the Central Park Gym has everything, and just think, membership is free.