But they Don't Fall Down

Continuing on my theme, a Zen master once told me that the only thing Zen masters have in common with each other is hemorrhoids. I'll also throw out there that you can pretty much judge a spiritual teacher by how late they are. Apparently, real spirituality requires throwing away your watch. Applying this to game store owners, the one thing we seem to have in common is spread.

Increasing girth is a common problem for store owners, one that I've experienced over the last four years. My recent trade show experience reminded me of that. The problem is that our jobs are fairly sedentary, along with our "career development," playing tabletop games for fun and education. I spent the last three months painting non-stop, so I'm feeling fatter than ever before. It's not just that I weigh more, it's that everything seems to settle towards the center, like a weeble wobble toy. It doesn't help that I'm getting older, with some gray in my beard along with my expanding midsection. I started working out again yesterday, a minimal distance on the treadmill at home; a circuit mile to start. Man, what a difference. Now I just have to continue it.