10 Ideas to Get You Exercising

10 Ideas to Get You Exercising: "1. Know Thyself - Time of Day
What's the point in aiming for fasted cardio (i.e. workouts before breakfast) when you are not a morning person? You might start with the best intentions - but it will probably not last. You must find the time that works best for you.

2. Know Thyself - Comfort Zone
When I exercise I sweat. Sometimes profusely. That may seem gross to some - and to be honest when I caught some people staring at my red sweating face - I was embarrassed. I've realized that public gym workouts are not always for me. I have a basic setup at home that I use instead. If going to the gym - aim for known quiet periods.

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3. Boredom Busters
I feel bored just looking at the rows of poker-faced people sitting on their stationery bikes. I cannot do this. It bores me to tears. The personal trainer might prescribe 45 minutes of steady-state cardio - but it is most definitely not the only way. Personal Trainers for the most part are enthusiastic and helpful people -- but many seem to be stuck 'in a box' when it comes to innovation. If you bore easily (like me) - then mix it up. The feeling of doing something new or different gets me interested again.

4. Structure and Planning
We have become a very time-poor people. Consequently if we want to accomplish anything we will need to p"

Crossing Lines of Time, Age and Evolution - New York Times

Crossing Lines of Time, Age and Evolution - New York Times

Life of Peanut

way back when hector was a pup, i knew these two kids who was koolaid junkies;they was other things, but mainly they was koolaid junkies: they was mildly famous over it, and you might have heard tell of them, i dont know. i knew'em tho, and they was real, but i never got to knowem real good cause they thought i was a hick and didnt have time to teach anybody else to be a koolaid junkie anyhow, them being too busy already bein ones; i tried to get in with them by stealing sugar and showin it to them, but they never had no time for sugar. but i kept an eye on'em, and learned some things cause i knew they knew some things i didnt know and i knew i was missing out on something. i mean i kind of knew,but it was more just a gut thing, how i knew it. well, the only time they ever looked up from bein koolaid junkies and seen me was when i found a old busted banjo in the trash hole that use to be a pond down by the sawmill. i kind of fixed it up and went around with it and kind of got addicted to goin around with it. i set it up like a kind of drone thang and played slide on it with a beer can and got almost junkie/spiritual about it and got to where i could walk around the sawmill houses with my eyes closed playin that thang all day; back and forth, here and there, to and fro, hither and yon. i reckon the koolaid boys sensed another consumin habit in the vicinity and decided to see if they was anything to it. they follered me around a day or two, with thier jugs of unsweetened koolaid, and studied me. i just went right on walkin around and slidin my beer can up and down, navigatin them old muddy roads by smell, and pretty soon they give up and went over and set down by the water spigot and made more koolaid. i stumbled on into other territories, with a runny nose and a chainsaw in my hearing. a big stout woman truck driver was the first person to pick me up. it didn't take her as long to make up her mind about picking me up as it would have taken a regular person. i ended up staying with her for three years, playing my slide banjo, pumping gas into her truck, and watching her eat endless giant bags of m&m candy. she didn't really give much of a damn about anything but those m&ms, though she seemed to like the sound of my slide banjo; she would key the microphone on her CB radio and hold it over to the banjo so all her trucker buddies on channel 19 could hear. she called herself Pinky on the CB and i never knew if she had another name or not. she told the truckers my name was Peanut. mercy sakes, the truckers'd say, after i'd played the road song for awhile over the radio. i'd play the road song over and over. once, we passed close by to the sawmill and i wondered what the koolaide junkies had been up to. i stayed pretty well satisfied that whole time, but after three years, she said she was going home, where she hadn't been to in 13 years. i didn't ask her where home was, i just slipped off one evening with my banjo and a pair of her socks. i wont never forget her though, if i live to be forty.
after i slipped off from Pinky, i started playing another song. it was still the road song, but it had Pinky all in it, and m&m candy. the truckers knew who i was and i didnt have no trouble moving around and they was pretty much awful good to me. they'd just about fight over who got to haul ole Peanut with them, i reckon because of me playing the road song for them while they drove and maybe because of them having their own Pinkies and m&ms they could hear in it. i done that for eight more years, more or less by random, till i run across Harpy, who had his own road song goin.

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