Through the summer and fall, one of my day jobs did that for me. It required, in fact, that I pick up heavy stuff and put it down again, repeatedly. I was exercising without knowing it, which is the way I like it.
But now that winter’s almost here, I have to get back in the gym. Assuming I can find it. When you build your gym in the garage and don’t use it, it tends to turn into a storage unit. It’s not quite as bad as using the treadmill in the spare room as a clothes rack, but let’s just say that the horizontal surfaces offered by weight benches can be hard to resist when you have boxes of heavy stuff that you don’t feel like taking up the attic stairs, and you don’t want to just plop them onto the floor.
So this week you’ll find me out there cleaning the benches and knocking the dust off the machinery. I’ll be putting the gym back in order so that I can put myself back in order.
I figure cleaning counts as exercise, of a sort. It involves movement, after all. But let’s keep that between us for right now. I don’t think the Sorcerer’s Apprentice would agree.
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