I sit. I sit. I run.
By Chris Evans - November 20, 2008
Most days, I sit. A lot. As an editor and a writer I sit at my desk, or I sit at the library, or I sit in the back of a cab and work. I have tried reading and jotting notes while walking, but that resulted in painful discoveries, discoveries like lampposts are stubborn s.o.b.s that absolutely refuse to get out of the way even when they’re clearly in the wrong. And so, I sit - or rather, I sat.
Having acquainted my butt cheeks with just about every flat surface in my apartment and Manhattan at large I decided that I needed an activity that at its very core involved minimal sitting. Skeet shooting, shot putting, and the hammer throw leapt to mind then just as quickly fled. That’s when I hit on running. Significantly lower chance of accidentally killing someone. Simple physics. Cool commercials.
So far I’ve managed a seven minute mile, but that was with wolves behind me (I was later told they were in fact two poodles and a collie, but I wasn’t taking any chances). The important thing is that I’ve reintroduced the concept of motion to my life and I’m healthier and happier for it. I have, however, developed a bit of shoe fetish. Not Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik, but Nike and Mizuno. I’m thinking of buying stock. If I do, I’ll call them from my cell while out running, lampposts be damned.
Having acquainted my butt cheeks with just about every flat surface in my apartment and Manhattan at large I decided that I needed an activity that at its very core involved minimal sitting. Skeet shooting, shot putting, and the hammer throw leapt to mind then just as quickly fled. That’s when I hit on running. Significantly lower chance of accidentally killing someone. Simple physics. Cool commercials.
So far I’ve managed a seven minute mile, but that was with wolves behind me (I was later told they were in fact two poodles and a collie, but I wasn’t taking any chances). The important thing is that I’ve reintroduced the concept of motion to my life and I’m healthier and happier for it. I have, however, developed a bit of shoe fetish. Not Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik, but Nike and Mizuno. I’m thinking of buying stock. If I do, I’ll call them from my cell while out running, lampposts be damned.
