Fitnessy

I always had a passion and fascination for biology and how the mind works in conjunction with achieving and maintaining a high level of health and fitness. A ‘fitnessy’ kind of geek perhaps, but nevertheless, how a once previously sedentary, unhealthy and often obese person can refocus their mental attitude of committing to changing their less than ideal lifestyle habits into a new regime of lean endowed vitality and keeping them for the rest of their life.

For all the shit talk I spew about being the guy to stick with when the zombie apocalypse occurs, if I’m being honest, you might want to find someone who’s at least an Eagle Scout. Preferably some large, muscled guy (maybe a Brad) who has drunk his own pee while free climbing a local mountain. A guy who owns multiple pairs of variously cleated shoes. A woman who has served in the military, given birth, or who uses her body in a fitnessy way.

If you check the fitnessy corners of Instagram, prenatal workouts are intense and impressive AF.

My pics are just of me, I have a selfie, a pic of me eating pizza, a fitnessy picture, and a picture of me as a sexy Darth Vader on Halloween.

My go-to’s with any difficult feeling are generally: […] Yoga, preferably not the “fitnessy” kind.

I’m not fitnessy. Fitnessy people don’t sweat, they glow. They look forward to exercise and they naturally gravitate every morning toward egg whites instead of Cadbury creme eggs. Fitnessy people don’t wear the free blood donor t-shirt they got to the gym, they wear workout gear, the real stuff that includes spandex and moisture-wicking fabrics.

Apple Fitness+ has been as anticipated as anything in the digital fitness realm could be. Their platform seemed ambitious, expensive, and try as I might to imagine fitnessy innovations, I kept skeptically asking: How much room is there to actually improve a streaming HIIT or spin class in a new way?

‘Not going on an Arctic expedition, are we?’ ‘No, but we might get soggy. You’re a fitnessy person – you’ll have the stuff.’