I am one of those sad people who each year make New Year’s resolutions. Except I treat it generally like lent by trying to give something up. At various times I have resolved to stop eating meat or dairy products or drinking coffee or alcohol. Some attempts have been more successful than others. Almost forty years ago I resolved to grow a beard, which has been with me ever since. It apparently has been my most committed relationship.
I have racked my brain to determine my resolution(s) for this year. I have considered giving up coffee again (but in my normal hoarding manner I have six months of keurig pods in the garage (at an estimated six per day that’s a huge investment). I have considered abandoning Facebook (but what would I do when I’m tryin to find a diversion from marking exams and submitting University of the Fraser Valley marks?)
And I have considered exercise. But not too seriously. I know that this is the time of year to resolve to go to a gym or start an exercise regime. But I’m reluctant. I have always been adverse to intentional exercise. I ask myself why? Well, like most questions the answer seems to come back to my childhood.
I grew up in a northern Ontario mining town and my high school was in a pit. No, that is not a euphemism for education being hell, it was an actual pit. Everyday I attended my five years of high school (grade thirteen included) I walked up or down the stairs photographed below (photo borrowed this morning from a Levack group site) four times. Did I say walked? Actually usually I ran. As a teenager I thought that going up 144 stairs twice a day was adequate exercise. No need to do anything else.
After high school I felt that the beneficial effects of those stairs stayed with me so no need to exercise. Apparently I am still working on those exercise credits. I’m not sure that’s how it works, but at this age I’m not interested in discovering otherwise.
I don’t want to sound like a couch potato. I have during my life exercised for fun: tennis, squash, cycling, walking (sometimes for hours in Harrison Hot Springs, one of the most beautiful, walkable places on earth). But exercise for the sake of exercise? Never.
As a footnote, staring at this photo does put a smile on my face thinking of posts I have seen recently from parents complaining about poor parking options when dropping their kids at school. Did I mention that I lived over a mile from the school? And that there was usually snow and cold ?
But back to News Years resolutions. What am I to resolve? If I don’t think of something quickly I’ll have no excuse to not mark exams. And my marks are already late. Like every term. Wait………I see the beginning of a New Years resolution.
Happy News years. Let’s all resolve to be kinder to others
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