Dec
22
With the strike in effect, I have to walk to work. It’s quite a trek, seeing as though I live in Brooklyn and work in Manhattan. By the time I get to work, I’m quite winded, and am in that annoying state of sweaty and freezing at the same time. But there is also a real sense of accomplishment. How many people can say they are able to do what I did?
But then the other side of my brain says “Look jack ass, it’s only 3.4 miles, and the only reason you are so tired is because you refuse to work out any other time of the year. And no, taking the stairs instead of the escalator wherever possible doesn’t count! You essentially WALKED a 5K. Get over yourself!”
And then I feel like a hutt.
