Hitting the Wall

Yesterday morning, I dropped my daughter off at preschool and was about to got to the gym when I was hit with this wave of exhaustion. I decided I couldn't work out; what I needed to do was go straight home and take a nap.

Since it was my day off, I did exactly that.

I realized, once I'd awaken from this luxurious late-morning nap, is that I'd worked out 9 straight days. My body was telling me it needed to rest.

Then I found out that, per the Arizona Department of Health Services, obesity is more dangerous than lightning (with my BMI, it's a good thing I live in California, where lightning is still much more lethal). You really should read the whole article, it's short, and full of gems such as

The Public Health Services Deputy Director says, "Obesity is more dangerous than lightning. Most people will run away from lightning, but they won’t walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator."

According to this Lightning Facts page--and I found it on the internet so it must be true--it would seem to me to be fucking impossible to "run away" from lightning, since what you see is actually the "highly illuminated return stroke, which propagates from the ground to the cloud." In other, less poetic words, Ben Johnson at his most 'roided couldn't run away from a stroke of lightning.

The article does dispense some priceless advice, a bullet-pointed notice to "be active, exercise/Eat nutritious foods in the right portions/Stop smoking." In other news, rain is fucking wet, snow is cold, and they don't get a lot of either in Arizona (though apparently they have rocket scientists working in the Department of Health).