FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK: Gotta’ love that ‘workout high’

I could talk about Syria this week. In fact, I wrote a whole column on Syria then decided to scrap it. I think that topic is well covered on our two editorial pages this week. Instead let’s focus on a much more pressing topic …

You know that feeling at the gym when you remember how much you hate working out?

josh petersonI get it every time I step foot in that place.

Maybe you are a lucky one who gets that “workout high.” But if you are like me you weren’t born with that gene. Unless a “workout high” means a lethargic, about-to-pass-out feeling and a near vomiting-like heave every few seconds. If that’s the case, I guess I do get that “workout high.” Hey, whadda’ ya ’ know.

Like everything else in the world, unfortunately, results require hard work. I am lazy and those two things just don’t mix well. But if I’m going to win this weight-loss competition with Holly and conquer radio control all the way down to Jacksonville to board the big boat for our honeymoon in less than three weeks, I have to kick this into gear.

Lately, my problem hasn’t necessarily been excessive laziness. My problem has been an urge to do more than I know I can. Working too hard? Never thought I would say that.

You know that feeling when you look at these three beefed up fellas’ bench pressing twice as much as you can? If you do then you know the feeling of seeing that and deciding to add five more … well, 50 more pounds to your exercise than you can possibly do.

Now as I write this I have a pretty good cringing pain in my lower back. I wasn’t even working out back. That is what happens when you start focusing on everyone else instead of yourself, apparently.

Just to update you on this weight-loss competition, I think Holly is winning. But she won’t tell me what she weighs. It’s like a national security secret at our house to keep the other one thinking. A bit of gamesmanship, if you will.

I have learned that eating healthy is a bit tough. I can go buy a snickers bar easily but getting my hands on some wheat bread, soy milk, apples and other healthy snacks isn’t quite as easy. So if you happen to be in the neighborhood, hook me up with an advantage and bring me by some healthy snacks and I’ll be sure to recognize you in my acceptance speech, which I plan to make with Holly forced to listen between here and Chattanooga.

On second thought, with some of my blunt opinions, perhaps I shouldn’t accept food from strangers.

-Josh Peterson is the editor of the Manchester Times. He is a Tennessee Press Association award-winning writer and photographer. His column, “From the editor’s desk” won TPA first-place honors for best personal humor column. He can be reached by email at mteditor@lcs.net or by telephone at 931-728-7577 ext. 105. Follow him on Twitter @joshpeterson29


Posted on Tuesday, September 10, 2013 at 1:33 pm