Something hit me hard in the hamstrings today — something I’ve tried to ignore for more than 20 years.
What was this not-so-overnight revelation?
Journalism is not a business that is good for the health of most of its practitioners. For the better part of the past 10 hours today, I have sat mainly in one place and paginated the 12 pages of this week’s 16-page paper for which I was responsible. This is the longest I have sat in one place since Feb. 27, when my last journo job was eliminated in a cost-cutting move by Lee Enterprises Inc., the company for which I had worked 21 years. In all of that time, I piled up a lot of time on my expanding backside.
Since then, however, I have spent a lot more time at the gym or out on a bicycle. It had become rare for me to sit too long in any one place. That is, until I returned to journalism at least temporarily as interim editor of the West Liberty Index.
Not sure what I’m going to do about this. After all, I’m having fun in my temporary gig. But I don’t plan to stop biking or doing Crossfit either. I may have to look for a different chair. Or, at the very least, remind myself to get up and move around at least once an hour.
My hamstrings can no longer take this kind of sitting around. I do know that much.
More maybe-not-so-healthy choices: After putting those 12 pages together, I had an hour or two to kill before the proofreader could read them so I could make corrections and send finished pages.
The best choices I could come up with were:
- Go to Hatchet Jack’s, the bar down the street that is owned by a former professional wrestler.
- Buy a 12-pack and a sandwich at the grocery store across the street and stock up the fridge in the back room at the newspaper.
Since I am also blogging while waiting for the return of this week’s pages, let me say it’s highly likely someone else has put beer in that fridge in the past. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.