Athletic progress goes "THWAP"

In which I encourage you to get some really stupid exercise equipment.

THWAP.

I have to focus.

THWAP.

I can do this.

THWAP.

I should probably take my glasses off.

THWAP.

I hadn’t envisioned my New Year’s goals meaning I’d get whacked in the face this much.

I’ll come back to that.

I’ve made no bones about the fact that I am one of the absolute suckers who believe, firmly and wholeheartedly, in the setting of New Year’s resolutions. You might argue that doing so is an utterly arbitrary exercise—that we are exactly the same people on January 1st (or 6th) that we were on December 31st—and, frankly, you’d be right. It is arbitrary to mark this line in the sand, to say that we’ll completely change our ways simply because we took last year’s calendar (Great Places I Plan To Travel To This Year) off the wall and replaced it with this year’s (Comfortable Chairs I Would Like To Buy For My Home Office But Are Not In Stock).

I know this, and I don’t care.

After a hectic rush through the holidays, January’s a great time to sit back and clear our heads. Really, it’s not just…