“Happiness and health to you on whatever path you chose” used to be the sign off line at the magazine I worked for back in the ’90s. Now it’s the category name for all my mental and physical health-related posts.
As I was walking home from the Y yesterday, trudging up Madison feeling broke and frustrated with my workout slackitude, I realized that sometimes life as an American feels like an constant uphill battle against lethargy and consumerism. Maybe it’s just the human condition, but I kind of doubt it. I know my country well enough to know that we’re fat and we like to spend money — and anyone who is trying not to do either of those things is going to feel like they’re swimming upstream.
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As part of my ever-expanding workout regime (I don’t talk about it much, but I’ve been working out 2-3x/week since September), I’ve started walking home from work. It’s about a half hour if I really book it, and it’s all uphill. I like walking, especially when it’s nice out like it was today. I worked up a massive sweat, enjoyed the sunshine, and was home by 5:45.
Plus, when walking, you get to see cool things like the sign I saw in the back alley where Andreas and I spent part of our first night together. Out behind 911 Media, there was a simple hand written sign that said:
PLEASE DO NOT SHIT HERE.
Seriously!
Someone has to clean it up!
It’s HEINOUS,
not to mention UNHEALTHY.
While, yes, working out when you are angry, upset, or stressed is good because it can relieve some tension, it can also be bad: I think I pushed it a little too hard on ye olde EFX machine. Oh well–I feel good and spent tonight.
Also, for anyone who’s keeping track, I’ve now been working out three times a week for the last nine weeks. How exciting! I bumped up to forty pound weights on the chest fly machine. HA! Don’t piss me off: I might BEAT YOU UP! Oh the glory.
I am sick today, hacking up large rocks of yellow lung butter. But I’m heading to work anyway. Maybe I’ll stay home tomorrow. Motivation for this job has dwindled, now that I know I don’t care.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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