A Little MS with a Little MSW

I have officially started designing a home gym. Step 1 is always paint color. The accent wall is going to be chalkboard paint, so I can scribble various profanities to match my mood, pre- and/or post- workout. All gyms should have one of these (come to think of it, workplaces, too, amirite??)

Workouts look a little different for clumsy people. Throw in a disability that f*ucks with your balance, and well…it’s a miracle I have yet to faceplant on a treadmill. Speaking of treadmills, you know that feature called the ‘incline’ that mimics hills? It hurts. Not just for clumsy, disabled people, but for all you nimble, able-bodied masochists as well. Eleven percent incline at 3.5 miles an hour and I wanted to stop. My feet. Slamming into the door directly behind me after a 3.5mph reverse-glide on the belt seemed the more appealing option.

Yoga for the clumsy and unstable could be quite a lucrative spectator sport. Historical warriors did not, in fact, pose in the manner in which is common within the four walls of my home gym. Cat, cow, and corpse poses go over best. Hmm…