On an early morning bike ride yesterday, I saw a woman running. And she was running fast!
Which made me think: Wow. She’s running faster of her own volition that I would be running if I was being chased by a bear.
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Workout revolution
So recently, in a belated attempt to get my arms slightly buffer in time for summer, I’ve been doing push-ups.
But today, while out on my morning run, I found what may well be a far more effectual method of bicep and tricep toning: you carry stuff while you run.
Now, you don’t have to have any intention of carrying these things, but it definitely helps if you’re simply incapable of passing up a sign that mentions the word “free,” even if the adjective is followed by a less than inviting noun: “crap,” “garbage,” “stuff we’ve had in our attic for the past 19 years.”
So what do I recommend you carry to rid yourself of arm jiggle?
Well, ultimately, it probably doesn’t matter. But you know, normal stuff will work just fine: running shoes; a lamp; a pair of Rollerblades …
No, no. Don’t worry about setting out on your run with these items. That’s what the generous “free junk” givers are for.
You’ll likely find these arm-toning trinkets–oh, I don’t know–roughly 32 blocks away from your apartment and you’ll probably have to get home in time to shower, put some clothes on and pack a lunch and still manage to get to work on time. So next, you run home.
Trust me. Your arms will burn!
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What’s a girl to do?
So picture this.
You’re out on your morning run. It’s early for a Saturday, about 7:30.
You’ve got another 30 minutes to go in the jog to get in your full hour, but you’re feeling fine, so there’s no worries, not too much huffing and puffing.
But then you see it. A sign. And big bold letters: FREE STUFF.
And it’s not bad stuff either.
So do you run by, hoping that if you dash back home, which lies a considerable distance away, that the schwag will still be there when you get back with your car?
Do you run by, lamenting to yourself, but admitting you probably didn’t need any of it anyways?
Or do you snag the best couple of things, a book and a four-foot-long photo board, and run back home, awkwardly, and wondering all the while if a cop is going to pull over and chastise you for robbing the Salvation Army?
My thoughts: Damn, it’s hard to pass up free.