Brains or Brawn?
What a bum deal: Brains or Brawn. Why does it always have to have the “or” in it? Why can’t it be both?
my current brain food: Naked Economics, by Charles Wheelan
Life example #1 (and the only, since it’s the inspiration for this impetuous post):
I started exercising again this week. As you may be aware from previous posts, I have a rather tumultuous (yet intriguing and inspiring) relationship with exercise. I love it; and I loathe it. It costs me too much. Most of all, it costs me time. So, here I stand again: the hour I spent exercising (and the time it takes to shower after, etc, etc) meant that by this evening, I hadn’t blogged yet as planned by my inquisitive Brain. And my Brawn is sore from a few too many ambitious arrangements with the Bow Flex resistance system.
So, like all good bloggers who are simply sticking to their guns and refusing to be silent even if it means picking something stupid and personal to post about, I decided to rant a little bit about the injustice of the dichotomy, Brains + Brawn.
Bow Flex is sexist: this is the only picture of a woman I found on Google
They both feed each other, Brains and Brawn. Like a kiss and a squeeze, you can’t have one without the other. Endorphins make you happy enough to face the abstract world of speculative thought. And thinking about something More than yourself makes it worth living every moment to the fullest—-even in the dial-pocked face of the treadmill. So why always the give and take? Isn’t there enough space in 24 hours for both B&B to get their quality time with you?
Apparently not.
They are too demanding.
So, who do YOU love most?
La Reisytal 
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