Exercise

I’ve been excused from gym class in high school. Instead, I had to do an actual gym class – I went to the school gym, walked for 30 minutes on the treadmill and wrote it down in an Excel file. Every semester or so, I had to send the Excel to the teacher. That was it. I quickly developed somewhat of a routine around it: I had a pink iPod Nano, so I downloaded some podcasts and songs from iTunes, and listened while I walked. I specifically remember spending much time with Taylor Swift’s “1989” and the podcast “Serial”.

Well, it seems it is time for me to go at it again – turns out being a student with a disability in your 20s does not buy you a pass this time around. I must exercise, regularly, and do more than one kind of activity. Which one? And when? These are the more difficult questions. I used to love swimming, but it requires wearing a swimsuit, carrying an extra set of clothes around, and taking a shower in an unknown place. Running is not even a possibility. So while I keep eliminating, I might have to figure out where the closest gym actually is.