So I have been going to the gym, really, I have. Between the paneer, butter parathas and ice cream it's necessary. But sometimes I just can't wake up in the morning to get it done. When that happens, I remind myself of my daily workout:
Strength training: on my daily commute I run up sixteen flights of stairs with a ten pound backpack (yay ancient laptop).
Resistance training: I fight through a sea of women at rush hour eight times, four times coming out of the train, and four going in (out is worse).
Cardio: crossing streets is a double shock to the heart, sprinting and stopping and a serious adrenaline rush (don't worry mom, I'm careful and NYC has prepared me well).
Stretching: using squat toilets (a porcelain hole in the ground) takes care of my legs while reaching for plates and other things for my co-workers and other things for other small comrades, gets my back and arms.
Needless to say, I'm always breaking a sweat. 4 of the liters I drink are just dedicated to the back sweat that gets sucked into my backpack.
Oh, and of course, there's the mandatory hour of dancing a day!
Love,
Violet
Strength training: on my daily commute I run up sixteen flights of stairs with a ten pound backpack (yay ancient laptop).
Resistance training: I fight through a sea of women at rush hour eight times, four times coming out of the train, and four going in (out is worse).
Cardio: crossing streets is a double shock to the heart, sprinting and stopping and a serious adrenaline rush (don't worry mom, I'm careful and NYC has prepared me well).
Stretching: using squat toilets (a porcelain hole in the ground) takes care of my legs while reaching for plates and other things for my co-workers and other things for other small comrades, gets my back and arms.
Needless to say, I'm always breaking a sweat. 4 of the liters I drink are just dedicated to the back sweat that gets sucked into my backpack.
Oh, and of course, there's the mandatory hour of dancing a day!
Love,
Violet
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