I walk 10 ten blocks to work everyday. Regardless of the weather. I do this in order to offset the potential damage to my figure from sitting on my ass all fuggin day.
I'm no health fanatic, I just have no money to buy the next dress size up or to spend on a gym membership that i will never use. But the real truth is that my self diagnosed ADHD would wreak pure havoc on me and scare the sh*t out of my coworkers if I didn't exercise off this manic energy.
Cue the New York City streets - There is typically so much activity on my route that I am completely calm by the time I hit my cubicle - no meds necessary. And here's why.
|I might miss three time Olympic Gold medal winner Misty-May Treanor|
showing off her bling for me.
|The American Gymnastic teen-age dream team.|
The eldest member is only 18yrs old.
And if that's not enough for you. Then I'll just get my side burns trimmed by celebrity stylist Tabitha Coffey, while she curses me out about just how fuggin filthy American hair salons are?
| Australian hairstylist, salon owner, and television personality Tabitha Coffey|
takes her skills to the streets of NYC
|Or Robert Pattison talking about cereal and unfaithful girlfriends|
during a morning interview?
And if if you're still not impressed, well dammit, might I add that we shut streets down so that woman in scantily clad bathing suits can dance with santa-fugging-claus! That's right kids we've got Christmas, in the summer, in New York City!
Soooo what! No one really cares that it's the middle of August and Santa Claus has on that hot azz suit in 85 degree weather. When you are one of the baddest cities on the planet you set trends you don't follow them. Hell, you can even make it snow! Yes, that is snow blowing off the top of Radio City Music Hall.
|Santa Claus flanked by the world famous rockette on 6th Ave.|
And they manage to whip up some Santa hats for about 40 school kids? Damn we got juice sohn!
So while I sometimes get nauseous and enraged at the amount of tourists that I must elbow through, (and sometimes gut punch). Add that to the number of homeless people and city workers that I step over. Plus the thousands of people & moving traffic I dodge through daily, en route to work. And I can tell you that New York city streets, at times, really is the best medicine.