I’m not a runner. Never have been, and never will be. I always see and hear about those who get up at the crack of dawn to get in their morning jog. I see them running through the city streets dodging traffic, running around those on the way to work, and trying to avoid crashing into baby carriages along the way. It can be a driving rain storm, a foot of snow in a blizzard, or even single digit frigid temperatures out and these hearty beings persevere so as to not miss one run. Personally, I think many of them are nuts! You won’t catch me out in that weather doing anything other than hitting a bar or picking up some Chinese food to take home to the couch. I’ll happily sit in a cafe with my cappuccino while relaxing in a comfy chair and watch you all huff and puff by.
Yup, it’s that time of year when seemingly everyone around us has some sort of flu bug, virus, or cold. It’s the season of sickness and despair. We see multiple reports from healthcare organizations telling us (again) that this year will be the worst flu strain on record. We must go out and get flu shots! Don’t go to work! Stay home! Don’t venture out in public if sick! Sneeze and cough into your arm! Don’t touch your eyes, mouth, or nose! Don’t shake hands! Use hand sanitizer! Wash your hands! Don’t have sex!
(Well, that last one I am drawing the line. Unless I’m sick, or she is, and vomiting. Gotta have limits.)
Seems like overkill. Yet, the funny thing is, I agree with a lot of this. I just wish the selfish disease and plague-ridden public would also adhere to these warnings and stay home! Continue reading You sick bro? How this New Yorker reacts to the flu.
We have now entered the time of the year that can only be considered the dead zone between seasons of gloom and unabashed joy. Yes, that time of the year on the calendar that seems to drag on endlessly between New Year’s and Spring weather sometime in late April or May. The days start off dark heading to work, and end in the dark on the way home from work. The trees are bare of leaves. The air is cold. The weather unpredictable with days of dryness giving way to snow, sleet, and rain. Kind of dreary out. Very few holidays to break up the monotony save for President’s Day and Martin Luther King day if your company is nice enough to give them off. It’s a time when people desperately try to adhere to their resolutions to eat better, be a bit healthier, and stick to a fitness program.
Yes, we have now entered….The Noob Zone.
I have to admit to being a slug lately. With all that has been going on here in the city – hurricane, nor’easter, power outage, slight cold – my workouts suffered and I definitely dropped off my routine. I feel like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. I’m starting to resemble him. After looking in the mirror this morning I decided to drag my pudgy ass to the gym and get back to my workouts.