Walk this way
First he came after the cigarettes. Then the trans-fats. Then the super-sized drinks. Now, Mayor Michael Bloomberg is coming after the elevators.
City officials announced a new initiative this afternoon aimed at encouraging office workers to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. Under legislation proposed by the mayor, all new buildings and buildings undergoing major renovation would be required to give occupants access to at least one stairwell, as well as post signs near elevators pointing to nearby stairs.
I lead a relatively unhealthy lifestyle. I say “relatively” because I guess compared to a heroin addict or someone who has just woken up from a coma, I’m in pretty good shape, muscle tone-wise. The only reason I’m not very overweight from my mainly sedentary lifestyle is that I often skip breakfast and sometimes Read More
Prison Yard Workouts
A few months after I became a member of a cheap gym in Hell’s Kitchen, it dawned on me I had visited the place only once—when I signed up. I needed professional help.
The trainer occupies an odd position in our lives: despite often being someone you would have never met outside of the gym, he’s privy to your tenderest intimacies and physical vulnerabilities. Like a parent or spouse, he criticizes your smoking, drinking and eating habits, and you actually feel guilty. You’re his boss, sort of, but he’s also yours.
I’d long thought of trainers as an indulgence of the well-to-do. Paying someone to perfect my body seemed a sexy soupçon of vanity and sloth, as decadent as having a private chef. Then again, I told myself, maybe my suffering would lend the endeavor just enough wholesomeness to preserve my radicalism. Plus, the first session was free.
“Do you work out?” my taskmaster, Bashar, asked me, 15 minutes into our introductory session, as I struggled to bench-press the bar. Since I had not done anything more strenuous, for years, than bounce along on the elliptical for the duration of a medium-length Terry Gross interview and two Rihanna singles, I lied.
As we mourn the loss of fitness guru Jack LaLanne, let’s remember that no man–not even the most health-conscious man in history–lives forever. And rather than grieve, let’s give thanks for all he gave us. Not just our health, but our health gurus. (And inspiring Martin Short’s Uncle Jack cameo on “Arrested Development” was Read More