Movement. Exercise. Physical exertion. These things I must maintain to stave off aching hips and stiff back. Born with a body that is doomed to age at a seemingly accelerated rate, I must take care to keep it moving, lest I suffer the anguish of decrepitude by the age of 40. Lack of regular exercise, imbalanced diet, incorrect posture, and too many months of work without leave are woven together to form the unfortunate tapestry that is the quintessential modern American lifestyle; my lifestyle.
Such is the average American; an ever-expanding carbon-based capacitor for potential energy with neither the wits nor the inclination to recognize the detrimental impact of their inaction on themselves and those who will succeed them. Not everyone, mind you. This is simply what I gather to be the globally perceived caricature of the homegrown American. Not just infidels in the eyes of the world, but a bona fide, unified, country fried, and morally unqualified pack of reprobates.
Anyway, I've decided to solve my inactivity problem in true modern fashion, by throwing money at it. There's a gym just down the road and for $30 a month, their facilities are at my disposal. God bless America.
1 comment:
Hello 25-year-old me. This is 40-year-old me (the anguished and decrepit one). I'm a bit out of shape but not doing terribly bad. I started a new blog on my own platform and had a few things to say about this blog post (https://www.lucdaigle.net/doku.php?id=blog:2021-05-25_-_40_the_age_of_anguish_and_decrepitude).
Good luck with that gym membership.
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