Ladies, I had an epiphany as I watched my son on the football field with his teammates end a third plus consecutive hour of grueling hell week practice. Oh, dear women (myself included), we are fools!!! *GRINS* You see, we approach exercise too often through the premise of emotional angst; we think of whether weve burned off the calories from whatever it was we werent supposed to eat, or we wonder if we really have the strength (mental mostly) to have to squeeze in gym time for 45 minutes. Then there are these teenage boys on the field; they are sweating so profusely 100 yards away from our waiting parked cars, that the stench of their exertion could take Hidden Valley Lakes renowned air quality and turn it into a salty, pungent, misting of heavy pubescent fog. I am certain that as the sweat dripped off them, none of them wondered what that allowed as far as calories for the day. I am certain that they didnt think of whether they could now fit into a favorite outfit on Monday. Um. YES. I even doubt they considered whether a shower would be appropriate. (My son knows to Do not pass GO and to hit it when we walk in the door.) Weight and food. What a mental thing. WE ARE MENTAL. I said it. YEP. MENTAL. Now, I actually (for the sake of transparency) havent been on a treadmill in a year and a half and need to (because the doc says my weight is fine but my heart isnt), but I still catalog everything I eat and think I ought to exercise. The lowdown: Doesnt it make you want to be a teen boy? Well...er....um. NOT REALLY. But you get my point. LMAO. with - Jason Tyler Blecman
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 19:00:35 +0000
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