30 days

I'm discovering that I may be woefully out of shape. Well, perhaps not woefully. But not as much in shape as I'd prefer to be. This is of course no fault of anyone but me, because apparently, my natural inclination is towards sloth.

Thirty day challenges are something I've been reading about (I am somewhat addicted to personal development/lifehack blogs. Don't ask me, I don't know. Anyway), and so therefore for the next 30 days, I am going to do *something* active-like for 30 minutes. Walking to work doesn't count (I do that most days anyway). I may decide cleaning the apartment does count (it makes me sweaty enough, that's for sure, although that could be because it's approximately 173 degrees in here), if only because the apartment dearly needs cleaned and that could be two birds with one stone and I'm all about efficency in things I don't like doing (I don't like actually working out. I like taking walks, I like hiking, I like swimming, and I like being in shape, but I'm not fond of getting there. And I think we're all clear on how much I detest cleaning).

So, anyway, if I don't post something about having worked out for more than two days in a row, you all have my permission to bother me until July 30th.