And though I’d like to call it vacation, because I am having the time of my life, I’d feel lazy calling it such. A whole month on vacation? with no pay? Impossible. Idiotic. Especially in these times…. right?
Possibly. Or not.
A few months ago, I was telling a good old friend (the kind that tells the bitter truth no matter what) that one of my articles was being published in Keyboard Magazine. His response: “Now you’re a writer too? Well aren’t you the jack of all trades, master of none.” I hung up.
Fitness is a word for spandex-loving, sweat gushing, mat-toting, protein-guzzling, routine-type A people that hit up the gym sometime before or after they hit up the office. Right?
Wrong. After spending more and more of my days on the road, in towns and cities that I cannot call my own, living a daily life that my iCal can barely keep up with, I finally figured out that keeping up with my health was not only possible for someone like me (we’ll get into what exactly that is later) but that it’s crucial to my success as a human being…. that is…. my physical and mental health.