February 19, 2010
The Sedentary Life
It's called a treadmill.
Every time I complain about how fast time goes, I should jump on this thing. The time usually crawls when I'm walking on it but yesterday, about 11 1/2 minutes into my 30-minute walk, my iPod went dead. I'm ashamed to say that I almost quit my walk because I didn't know what I was going to do with myself for 18 1/2 minutes! I stuck it out and got through by making mental lists of all the things I wanted to accomplish in the day, but it did take some effort.
And why is that? I've heard various people say that the human body wants to be in motion - if you look at babies their little legs are constantly moving. We weren't meant to be a sedentary species. We're bipedal because we were meant to walk further distances at a slower pace, as opposed to (some) quadropeds who can move very quickly for short distances. Oh, and opposable thumbs help too.
I can't speak for all of you, but I am very happy with leading a very "relaxed pace" lifestyle. I'm really quite good at it, too. Reading, making art, writing this blog, watching my favorite shows - that's the pace I'm comfortable with. I wish I could call myself a person who leads an "active" life, but for the last 41 years or so it hasn't been that way.
Oh sure, as a kid I ran and jumped and played just like all the other kids, but right around the age of ten or so I just realized that I would rather stay inside and watch game shows and "Days of our Lives". Thirty-one years later I've stopped watching daytime TV, but you might catch me napping around mid-day. Lunch is exhausting! :)
To all my friends and family who run, play tennis, swim, golf, bike, ski, etc. - good for you! When you're old, you'll be those people living in the retirement communities in Boca Raton for "active seniors". I'll be across the hall, watching a cryogenically unfrozen 150 year-old Bob Barker hosting "The Price is Right".